Encompass

CYCLE IV: AIR

With scent of Samhain’s burning slow release
Combined with perfumed thrill of boil and dry.
In Winter cold as driven snow's increase
By frigid winds, the stews' heat drifts belie.  
How quickly brings the warming vernal steam;
In fragrances of new awakened sex.
Then quick gives shrift in mid-year’s blazing teem;
With thunderheading’s showers, wet express.
The Temptress Queen, the Clown, the Virgin Witch,
Her dance and grace, Her kiss and backhand slap.
Once vibrant still and punched caress unhitched,
She comes a Demon Imp, a Furr’d Lash Strap.
If Prankster has a Sister Twin, it’s She.
The Air, both lover’s breath and twister’s spree.  

April 25 - NaPoWriMo 2017