Belated Spring

From a two-minute poetry challenge:

Springtime

Honey's dew and suckle, sweetly drips on my tongue

soaking into my taste buds

I attest it has arrived

Fingertips grazing the softest silk petals, 

balming zephyrs encircling my wrists

I close my eyes, 

tilt back my head, 

breathe and swell as sunbeams flutter my lashes

I attest, it has arrived

~Shreena