#MarchPrompt2

the spring Renaissance begins in the marrow of our bones: spreads across bleached white. there is no rhyme or reason for why it overtakes our cells, cracks apart the organelles and infects us; multiplies. we, the hosts, let a rich kind of sickness rummage our stomachs and lungs and nostrils....

Spring breaks over the horizon, Calling pale blossoms Out from dark branches, Cutting through muffled silence. A blanket of white stripped away, Quickly replaced with one Of airy pink gauze That stirs in the breeze. Jagged edges softened By bits of torn silk, Fluttering off In the spring wind. #m...

────────────────────────── ────────────── ... and with each petal that falls, a tear falls too, somewhere, not even mine and yet I feel them leave tracks on my cheeks before they shatter on the ground; tiny mirrors filled and morphed by sorrow. So fleeting, like love, and I wonder how man...

The cherry tree sways So softly in the spring breeze Protecting secrets #MarchPrompt2 Images not mine.

#MarchPrompt2 In the month in between February and June, flowers are coming into bloom. My son was born about a week ago. With all my heart, I love him so. But my co workers need me, so back to work I go. Always focused on something, I never hav...