As the days waiver
and the sun goes to seed
in the flooded heavens
The temptation to blend in
with the drab palllete of
mirthless winter, overshadows
A people of evergreen and slate, waiting for the bus
As the will of the drab master seeps in
driving us away, from outside
we turn inward
But the rebel in citrus and rose
enters the scene of decay like
a whisper, turns one head
then another
A dawn of recollection
Eyes yawn from the sleep of winter hues
The flash turns minds out
toward ripeness and hope
Stirs, for a moment
tastes of Spring
Locusts and Wild Honey 