Longing for Winter

The long trumpet-shaped Daffodils up there ,
Was knocking the early Spring.
The Yellow bright bloomed,
With the rebirth of
Of the new season beginnings.

Whilst rushing my growth,
The Spring swept in a wink.
Amongst the warm breeze,
Bloomed the sacred White Daisies
To enrich lives with innocence and purity.

The innocence and purity in heart,
Forged me to be Spring during Fall.
Bewildered for "Why Cosmos didn't bloom?"
It didn't bloom for me this season.

Penned this with the long-lived Camellia,
Yearning for the Winter Pink.
Having received the White Eve,
Anticipating the Snowdrops for heightenings.

Amidst the chaos of thoughts
All I do is Longing for Winter Red.

-KLOVER_A