Thursday, May 26, 2011

April Cloudbreak

A refreshingly fresh

spring breeze through the window

ornates the air,

and I don't care


That I'm trapped in here,

against sun-lit panes,

while nothing feels the same

as it did before


Yesterday was dark and dim,

these windows let no bright light in,

and the lofty scent

of a change in the year

casts some rose in my cheeks

and some gold in my hair


For a season that paints in

lavender and musk,

and dewy raindrops

on powder white roses;


We will welcome naked trees,

stripped of their twinkling ice wears,

and, like them, we will bud again,

brought back to life

by the lively spring air

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