Counting the redbuds budding early. Prodigies with bright fates.
It starts at the crisp edges, a broken vice, replaced with better
habits and habitats. Make me want to gather more stats.
Where did the time go, divided by data I had counted on
Multiplied convolution- seemingly solutions. They were
visionary colors faded emerald and cinnabar to earthen brown.
Poppa said, green is the color of focus
Red makes the heart beat faster
Brown is both
together. Bare as ground Earth.
Such soothsayers works work much more subtle. Subtly,
I held too tightly and for far too long when
Shapes shifted. A memory of a memo tells me to remember
Spring spins me
into her memories of
My vibrant repose.
ambiguity, anonymity, relatable, accessibility.
the first leaf of autumn
his last token of good advice.