Into the blistering cold veins
Jaggedly sprawled
In piercing blue shades

They color the hills
With bright beaming envy
As the late day wisps
Travel pure and serene

Uprooted
From the misty heart of May
Into the juvenile splendor
Of a careless June refrain

Romance thrives
With each savored breath
Buried with haste
And expelled without fear

The slow burn of day
Is the true home of bliss
Peacefully searing
Neglectful of all time