the other day it felt like overnight spring flowers had appeared across the meadows cowslips spring snowflakes crocuses daisies daffodils
they tell me in a little while it will be spring no matter that white caps still decorate the mountains storms blow rain sleet and snow across the land
the flowers know
they will not fold their leaves grow back into their cozy soil and wait some more they will defy a few more frosty days slow down a little in their flow of energy then blossom forth in all their power
show us that nature’s life renews itself again in force no matter what our mood might be
I wear the nest now. It’s an ill-fitting tutu- Itchy, scratchy, constricting, and I’m Stuck. My wings would Not withstand the weight If I ever tried to fly to Freedom, far away from the Flock.
You can look and feel rather small in the face of it all given life as a child, only for death to creep up on your crazy mind a cosmic secret, shared, finally with all your relatives and friends.
glossy thick succulent leaf collecting dust behind bars and walls of brick and concrete pushing forth delicate pink blooms in a place void of color sans the blue gear of the incarcerated man variegated patterns soft red lines weave amongst the dark green meadow as if streams after a spring torrent were breaking new paths though fields of green seeking a river or creek a transporter to grant them every droplets wish a trip to the ocean varying stages of bloom crispy dried and new buds barely escaping just offering the slightest breath of color gifting the drab yellow walls a splash of hope tinged with pink –