May 17

It’s cold outside
but not the kind
of cold that soaks
into your bones

It’s a cup of tea cold
and a breeze that
needs a sweater cold
but it still smells
like spring and looks
like summer

The Earth blushing
a rouge to nature

I want the warmth a
glass of wine will bring,
the soaking in your
skin effect of purple
alcohol but I don’t want
the acid in my mouth

I want candles lit and
the little easel out with
bright white paper and
a brush to blot against
it

Little expressions pushed to paper
Big emotions born in nature.

Frederik Meijer Gardens

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