“Enfin, Le Printemps.”

In a blink:
I closed my eyes to a world of grey and awoke, open to scenes flecked in green,
Like a latent flood, slow-soaked and rising through moss,
The colour returned.
Negative film cells etched with fine-line nib
Pinprick viridity, stippled along wooden seams;
Sun-stroked tapestry unfurling before me,
The renaissance
The Spring.

Written on Thursday, the 19th of April, 2018, 14:35, with the afternoon of Wednesday the 18th in mind.

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