On Meeting A Numb Zephyr On A Frosty Morning

What conjured up a latent storm
Was exaggerated by a misshapen form
Thus, coalesced a few droplets of the bygone
A pursuit for a forsaken mirage... 

Fractures of an unknown origin
Yowls for some bypassing syllables
Prancing seconds of procrastination
Absconding the everlasting lust...

Monochromatic yet mystifying
Capricious yet confounding
Triumphant yet transient
Juvenile or Juxtaposed ?

Be it you or a dusty maple
Be it you or a carnal apple
Be it you or some forlorn vigour
Nothing that was strewn across my path
Belonged to me