Transformation
Today there is yellow;
buff-butter primula
whisper renewal,
yolk-bright narcissi,
hum rebirth,
beginnings,
conception.
buff-butter primula
whisper renewal,
yolk-bright narcissi,
hum rebirth,
beginnings,
conception.
The breeze
licks my face,
lifts my hair,
floats me
beyond the confines of my body.
A low ray of spring sun
kisses my chest
sucks out
the sharp black stones
that have stabbed me
through this heavy winter.
Transforms them to seeds
that I may plant
to grow
into something yellow.
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