the brown grass
is green and the
bluebonnets blossomed
to cover the side
of the highways with
purple oceans waving
in the warm breeze
spring has sprung
as the world alights
with verdancy
beneath heavy rays
of golden saturation
it happens
in the blink of
a tired eye
the land reborn as
winter still
grips my heart tight
i long for the
molting to occur
to leave a pile
of feathery scales
and slither among
the protected flowers
having shed the
dissension of hibernation
in insomnial disasters
afloat on birdsong
whispering loving words
onto the perfumed breeze