saturnine no more

walking slowly
into a season
no clear delineation
weeds are tough flowers
green saturates

I thought the lawn was bleeding
but it was an artists’ touch
a furiously paced whirlwind flourish

in tree’s shade
melted wax crayons
I’m drunk with color

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