‘How dare you disturb my peace,
my splendid silent shining white
splashing your insolent, disruptive colors?’
Outraged, The Winter shouted to The Spring.
‘Immediately will blow you out
and never dare show a sting
of your disgusting green!’
The Blizzard, her companion,
his trumpet sounded right away.
The snowflakes armies poured their icy arrows
on the little daffodils’ array.
I wished I could be Spring
to spread the tulip’s red against this white’s cold ring.
Encircling every bit of green
The Snow laughed hard and mean.
While petals cried, I took a knife and saved them from this scene.
As the rehearsal ended, costumes and masks undressed
the frailty of yellow my daffodils expressed.
That’s all I could find in me now, Lillian. That’s how this picture resonated in my mind… though I tried to select other picture as well. Sorry, but no sunny side this evening. Maybe tomorrow.
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