Footfalls of an Angel

Oh Springtime, will you make
your feet generous?
Make your shy blossoms
break in a riot of myriad hues?
To tread these barren acres of sand
...And give hope to those ,
In whose eyes
the sun is about to set?
Will you capture the wandering breeze
And sway, to shed his moist breaths
On to these chapped,aching lips..
Will thou join thy hands with mine?
And march together to
the red streak,
to hold the beckoning hands
when the threatening cold
strikes.