Grasping Spring

Porotic bones of fallen seasons
pierce winter's ash,
welcoming Aurora's spreading warmth.

Her marmalades mixing marigold
as reflections dance
upon rivers of fractured glass,
their toes enflaming indigos
where brackish blackness
once consumed the purest blues.

Algid hands reach forth,
skeletal,
feeding the emerald skin
of another verdant spring
still slightly out of reach
and yet, they know
better days
are just around the bend.....