Jack’s Kiss Why shrink you so from my advances, delicate bloom? Do you find me so abhorrent; you, who flourish in the face of my cousin’s golden light? Why do you hang your head in cold silence? Am I not worthy of your smile, your scent, your soft and kind morning face? Why do you weep such hardened tears for me? Do you not know I am but a fleeting stranger in your midst that soon will retreat? Why do you keep your silent vigil for Springtime? Do you not know that seasons pass, must last, no matter that you … Continue reading Jack’s Kiss/A Wintry Affair