Acrostic trio

A

longing crescendo, an ode to spring,

in weightless heights dancing, on

venturing wings,

effortless, endless

~~~

Soaked

in the mist of yesterday’s

laughter, the joy, the tears, the

echoes thereafter,

nothing but us as we

cease to

exist

~~~

Midst

everyday life and

muted sorrows, roses thrive

of soothing scent and

rusty thorns, a whisper bent

in

endless

storms