A Thread of Scarlet (2024)
By Mark Feezell / DrFeezell.com

7. First Fruit

It flowers first when all is brown,
dead,
dormant,
gone,
the faintest hints of springshine’s song.

On branches barren,
empty,
free,
the buds appear on lonely tree.

And though the air slaps chilling,
heartless,
frozen,
cruel,
the stubborn streaks of pink persist.

Paint:

Shocking eyes from palettes dull,
breathless,
waiting,
watching.

And 
I 
hope.

Composed February 22, 2024, 5:30 a.m. by Mark Feezell / DrFeezell.com
Dedicated to the Public Domain (CC0 1.0) 2024.
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