those halcyon days of yellow i grieved under my blanket of snow.
i grieved my fallen petals and cursed the proliferating weeds.
wintertime i endured only because of those ephemeral instances, until my persistence succumbed to the ineffable weight that had grown suffocating.
colourless and weathered, i am.
in the morning, my eyes open to useless gray skies that refuse to send sweet spring rain and stinging thorns that poke and prod 'till i am unrecognizable.
i begged for relief from the winter blue. gone were the streams of water and bliss afternoons.
i am no longer what i used to be, and yet i bask once again in this glorious golden sunlight, languor washing over my lethargy.
