in the springtime
all the ice is melting
so fast you feel like
you're drowning
but the flowers are budding
watch where you step
some lakes look like puddles
you spent months climbing
to the tops of snowbanks
when pinks and greens
saturate your feet
they make their way up
to your flowerbed brain
please let them in to stay
you spent all winter erasing
colors from your memory
now the sun cannot
brighten your greys
not alone
when the bees in your head
stop swarming around
you saw each one fly away
and out with each seed
you planted here on earch
where you haven't felt
calm in a year and now you're breathing
to the rhythm of the sun
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 2:22 AM UTC
in the springtime
all the ice is melting
so fast you feel like
you're drowning
but the flowers are budding
watch where you step
some lakes look like puddles
you spent months climbing
to the tops of snowbanks
when pinks and greens
saturate your feet
they make their way up
to your flowerbed brain
please let them in to stay
you spent all winter erasing
colors from your memory
now the sun cannot
brighten your greys
not alone
when the bees in your head
stop swarming around
you saw each one fly away
and out with each seed
you planted here on earch
where you haven't felt
calm in a year and now you're breathing
to the rhythm of the sun