Spring Flowers Bring Empty Hours

By: Kayleen Thurow

Spring blossoms in front of our eyes

Cherry trees sweet syrup 

Melts into our day 

 

We swell with joy 

And breathe crisp air

While mint tickles our throats

 

A soft dribbble of rain 

Dances on our foreheads 

As camouflaged tears swim in our eyes

 

Spring is beautiful 

But spring cannot 

Fix the broken twigs 

And ripped petals 

 

The hearts shattered

And families melted 

 

Spring conceals what lies beneath our

 perfectly clean houses 

For our basements are forever 

Stained 

Art Piece “When The Sun Goes Down” by Madison Mesa.