Hawthorn breaks a smile in the hedgerow,
whispers a truth
that, easily forgotten, delights again
and the indoor pain is lifted a little
The green is almost angry
demanding attention like a fat toddler
or peacocking buffoon
that somehow still wins hearts
I cried yesterday
despite spring’s giving relief as backdrop
anticipating a warmth
that still evades my fingertips
May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 9:09 AM UTC
Hawthorn breaks a smile in the hedgerow,
whispers a truth
that, easily forgotten, delights again
and the indoor pain is lifted a little
The green is almost angry
demanding attention like a fat toddler
or peacocking buffoon
that somehow still wins hearts
I cried yesterday
despite spring’s giving relief as backdrop
anticipating a warmth
that still evades my fingertips
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