Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
Song of Solomon 2:12
Season of Singing
If I invented color
I would make a flaming pink
So intense
It would burn
Through the green.
It would burst
Out of buds
Nestled
In cool hands
Of spring leaves.
Flamboyant ruffles,
Delicately veined petals
Proudly strutting
Through hidden
Branches.
If I invented color
I would make a flaming pink -
A party
On a bush.
A season of singing!
