Dawn,

at the castle,

reveals its pink light

on the very walls of the keep.

.

Sandstone turned to roses,

roses in the windows,

roses in amongst

the creeping ivy...

I spot two deer, a male and female, through the greenery...

they see us too, and then they are gone.

.

This spring will only last an hour,

an enchantment bound within a circle,

for, beyond the moat and the drifting swans,

it is still winter... the woods are bare, the leaves have fallen,

in one great red carpet that rustles underfoot.

.

Encircled by emeralds

love locked,

moat, gate, and drawbridge,

within these walls

the castle sits:

an emblem of romance,

a jewel set aside, its owner long gone.