Spring

I figured I'd use up a couple more of the poems that I've already done in order to finish out my year of publishing a poem a day.  So the last 2 days' poems are about spring, despite the fact that it's at least a month away.

 

flower bulbs

in their dark graves
sing joyfully
at fluid light's first kiss
as the frigid pearlescence
of winter elements
is rent asunder
by the pink persimmon sun
rising through the golden mist