of flowers & whatnot

 

I was talking in my head

today, the lately frustrations,
one looks like this,
one like this
and this – the talk is ongoing.

I walk along, I’m following
the mussie-tussie as lovers in violet
that were, I thought I spied you,

the snowdrops were centered
in twists and naught about her hair,
and over there, a blue star in the daylight shining –

and in the wind,

and in the wind,

the flowers sway and dream
in song its spring again.