Through the sunshine
comes blue as a sprinkle here and there
like art on an easel,
involved attentively helps the beauty.
Spring ground opens up a flower
in the middle of my eyes,
splotched in shapes of rays
that traced it's growth through winter lines.
Carrying frost from January's bed,
a rose blooms blending in
while simultaneously shaking snowflakes off
from petal's orange colors like a thermogram.
A whirl of other budding plants, blurred
sprout on this same ground in distance
until discovered
by feet feeling the soft bump of stems.
Honorable mention
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