#earlyspring
The sun shows up out of obligation,
hangs pale in a washed-out sky.
The chill in the air
kills whatever warmth it promises—
leaches the color from the light,
leaves it thin, almost colorless.
It’s April now,
and it feels like a joke,
spring just out of reach,
all tease, no arrival.
I wait for it to change,
like it owes me something…
but the cold holds on,
giving nothing.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 8:45 AM UTC
Your words are like flowers
blooming for the first time
in the early days of spring.
Charming
Mesmerizing
Glorious
Like the light pink pretty petals spilling into the winds,
whispering intensity and sweetness.
I find myself blushing and gliding.
With your rhymes sending me into a lovely realm,
I am now in your fairyland.
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC