Pale pinks, white, green, yellow
The world feels damp even on the sunniest day.
How do you describe springtime without sounding trite and cliche?
I feel my body yearn for the sunlight, the colours and breeze;
Startled expressions and gleaming metal mix in my mind making the world all the more dull, and beautiful.
Maybe the world woke today, maybe it was never sleeping…
Human voices do nothing for my ears
When all I want hear is the sunlight, flowers, empty trees
Maybe they have buds– I can’t see them.
Why don’t you just walk?
Such short distances and still you’d rather be on a bus!
Such sunlight and you still want to be indoors?
Sunlight through glass isn’t real sunlight at all.
Some how the world is more beautiful when I close my eyes.
Cotton candy trees of my childhood, decorate every street,
Petals fragmenting the pavement, crushed under passing people and cars.
Bakery Mews looks particular appealing today,
The blue sign even more vibrant than usual,
Welcoming me to the narrow back street from the unnaturally warm confines of the bus, I almost go.
Finally I see the worn apartment buildings, almost missing them as I write,
Then make my escape; at last a small moment of freedom in the lovely spring air!