There is a tangled weave of buds growing from my veins.
Momentary bursts of euphoria invade my consciousness,
fragmented and soft like a morning dream.
fragmented and soft like a morning dream.
I'm longing for something, even if I'm not clear what that is just yet.
All I know for sure is that my craving for beauty is tangible.
I want to touch it
breathe it
live within it
It must be spring.
this blossom is the color of the dress i wore to dance the maypole a million years ago in my elementary school days. our maypole ribbons matched our dresses, and we drew our colors from a fishbowl filled with pieces of paper, each with a different color of spring sprawled across its face - it was the first time i'd heard or seen the word lavender. i was very young and very enchanted. my dress was satin and fell somewhere closer to pink than lavender and it was magic. the skirt was shaped like this flower.
ReplyDeleteyou are plucking forgotten memories from my childhood.
it is indeed spring.
xoxo
I want to touch it, breathe it and live within it too. Hoping spring comes our way soon. I'm ready.
ReplyDeletePerhaps you could wrap a little of your spring up and send it out to Saskatchewan for me??? Please? ;)
ReplyDeletexo Catherine
Oh, it must indeed be spring.
ReplyDeleteMy darling, dear Jaime is back and all is right with the world.