A Captured Beauty

bruised from a snow- capped flesh earth is growing numb without rest, threadbare plants gasp; existence bites the nodes of winter’s skin turned every which way, bends droop like deep chambers upon chilled meadow striking flint, just a bit, a spark that wants to sip a flower moist, till darkness swallows the pistils hush…wait when springtime ushers a roulette of buds dyed stark yellow pouring dew from a cycle reborn to seize her unmentionable thrill of being once here, crowned hillsides glitter igniting stars to touch the moon, clouds dripping of raindrops’ spray pitter patter; the gentle streams flow while from the river, luster pours down through an ocean igniting April’s two hands... one waking the flame of petals’ limbs, the other cuddling grace of season past a mixture of spring… wild and tender. ------------- collaboration of nette onclaud and liam mcdaid thank you nette