the gold and crimson spilled over the grass

                        flowers bloom through the

snow

the sunset was one of the few beautiful things there

                        a rural area

where you had to wait for

roosters to cross the road

                        but spring felt different there

            my mother bending over her garden

as the sunlight lit up her hair

I have never seen my best friend

in the colors of

spring

                        a girl I met in college,

on my hall,

in my new home

nevertheless I want to know

            her

as long as I can

                        this time next year

hopefully my friends

will still be friends

                        in love with each other

when spring breaks through

the frost and the sunset

                        welcomes us home and warms

            our bones