Setting Sun

Setting sun,
Warm hands gentle and sincere,
absorbing and caressing my eager limbs,
tulips in the winter snow reaching out
to the sky with open hearts,
flushed lips of desire,
round sphere of fidelity
and security on the blushing forehead,
onset of maturity and womanhood,
velvety beetles merrily scuttling around,
oblivious to anything else,
ribbons in my daughter’s hair flying with the wind,
and you ask why I am passionate about red.

Another Shy [Young] Poet ! Please feel free to comment... this will help unleash more power - from a pen that has remained clogged for decades.