What message for me in this fleeting fragment of spring?
Street illuminations shift the softness of blossom
to the moodiness of night.
The pink-white petals cluster in midnight suspense
like candy floss clumps skewered through the dark.
I twizzle my blinds,
the streetlight dazzles my walls with slats
and what do I sense?
A springtime promise, all hopeful and pert,
an epitome of creative grace?
Or a reminder of potential soon to be lost,
a petal carpet of regret to embrace?
NaPoWrimo2019 Day 2: Resisting closure by ending on a question
The dark has been so long
the cold has been so deep,
the new buds barely there
stretching in the springtime heat,
reflecting on the roots of change
time for fresh new thinking.
Yellow is the sign of spring
an uplifting, heart-loving thing.
Yellow is the colour of hope
a reminder of life’s incredible scope.