Photo-poetry: Invisible Spring

LIME

                                                    This is what growing must look like:                                           

                                                        Sassy, iridiscent, acidly aware.                                                    

                                                      Let me too jump headfirst into this pond:                                          

                                                           when I resurface, I will spit
                                                                    color.                    

                                 

                               

                                                                                       

MUSTARD

Shearing the clouds,                                                               
a frozen mathematical explosion                                             
of mustard.                                                                          
Meanwhile, deep beneath:
bulbed daffodils smile in their sleep
#colorkindredspirits

SILVER

The walls dream of spring during artic nights;

in the day, they tattoo wistful wishes

upon themselves.

The brick is cold to touch:

the flowers are not.

 POPPY

Lush poppy curlicues

gleefully defy the gray winter censorship.

Colors furtively bloom in pockets all over:

only if you knew where to look.

Photographs taken by me via Instagram