Thursday, September 11, 2014


After a winter of snow,
Grey and white and brown,
Silver skies high with clouds
The sun bursts free, and with it
Life, Colour.
Buds on bare branches gleam gold
And flowers push up, scarlet, carmine,
Heliotrope, azure, the orange of a sunset
The pink of a rabbit’s inner ear,
The world is an oil painting blaze,
Welcome after a life-time
of watercolors through my window.
White skirt, the cotton sun-spun and sun-dried
Silver leaves braided into brittle hair
The sun warms my too pale skin,
As, giddy with the smell of melting snow and growing things
I dance through the mud and soil
Putting down roots and titling my face up

Like a flower reaching for the sky.

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