What is your favorite type of weather?
Breeze blowing fresh olive leaves of dry mind.
Whilst sun gilds blowsy daffodils, yellow
to the core of artful sickness, but now
lifting it above naming of colour;
tonal chiaroscuro making mental
shade, soothing, and brightness healing, softly
down green to shoots and roots well embedded
in hoar soil. Such cool spring days are welcome.
Enter their houseless being, be made new
Or as near as we get in older worlds.
With love
Steven xxxxxx
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