Snowflake

From time to time, we have new beginnings that don’t follow the order of time. If we can imagine, we can change, and if we can change for the better, we can stave off the negativity for a while. I’d like to plant a garden, my own space inside the city where I can regain order, colour co-ordinate, border a place where I can sit and think. With the cold months ahead, spring is only a mind’s grasp away. 

 

Under winter’s thumb, a

Print was left

Snow-melt,

Thaw-felt

The leaves unfurled,

Crystal strands paved

 

The streets bereft

Of New Year’s cold;

The softness of soil bared

Between what is now,

And now what is old

 

The borders are busy,

Hedge-sprung

Green, purple, gold

Yellow, red;

I take the plunge

And see a garden invented

Amongst urban paths aglow

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Author:

Amber R Walker, Hull, Creative Writer, Bookmaker, Lover of art

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