Love Blooms

I had fun brushing the sky, with its impeccable blue, then a sweep here and there of cloud’s silvery lining. A few waffled spots amplified the intensity of hue. Screws lightly driven at the base, release grassy knots. A verdant green tenderly arcs toward the florid intimacy. The blades of Spring, frothing, wild, free, like slingshots. A xanthous sun surmised in the center-peak, brightening the early american-orange blend that postulates a fence. All before the placement of strong, sturdy, heightening. Panels contain state-of-the-art gray-green stems and leaves. Within the folds of the sun, magenta-pink petals. On left, yellow and purple blossoms. On right, red and white cleaves. Multi-hues spell out Love Blooms. Letters hidden in the grass. It is Spring, a time to revive. It is April - my heart grieves, but it is also alive with forty-four companion years for a lad & lass.