I do not need spring

to bring me relief

from barrenness of green,

for beauty

I can still see

in the bleak;

 

all seasons

year-round

live in me,

as mixed up

as this year’s weather

has proven

to be.

 

I do not deny, though,

that I am happy to greet

the buds of pink

popping up so soothingly,

as if showering

my healing spirit

with my favorite

floral coloring.

You spoil me,

dear Spring.

 

I stop my feet

and indulge in

the thought retreat,

still my camera,

and with the bees,

capture the sweet

intricacies hidden in

the blushes of

the softest of

pinks.

🌸🌸💝🌸💓🌸💞🌸💗🌸💖🌸🌸

Poem and images ©LauraDenise