Burgundies glitter
Yellows outline cloudy swirls...
To touch and have the power to transform
that which I touched into fresh water...
It’s come around, it’s here once more
The season I’ve been waiting for...
Alive
Flickering hearts...
beneath leathered glass
majestically swimming...
Imagery blinds sight
With many brilliant colors...
Radiant beauty guarded by auburn thorns
Opens her arms of love to a green world...
pink blossoms bow down
as I lie here silently...
There are many things, that I own
Which accumulates over the year...
The corporate beast, as it doth feast
on local family stores...
Grey feels heavy, it's depressing
the air is weighing on my chest...
While clutching me with icy claws
I fear my fragile heart to pause...