The Flash Speaks

I pull my sofa throw across my knees

thinking of when I will see some bees

buzzing around a new bloom

calling all other buzzing friends

to get that pollen

before summer ends

I look outside and know for sure the snow will melt

even though it is not felt.

Wishing for the beauty of a flower

or a pussy willow tree

to open up my soul and feel free.

I put aside my winter throw

and envision the expression of a boasting flower show

Let us bloom!

These images are taken at my yard in 2021.