Poetry and Writes

Springtime (WRITE)

*An untimed write while listening to Springtime (a song by The Head and the Heart). No prompt, except the music.*

A fern uncurls.
I pass over an industrial bridge as the sun merges on setting. There's a lot of clouds and the light is golden, and the clouds pass over the sun, leaving little trails of light purple and blue. I see a flower with little white petals and a yellow center growing on a bridge spire, and it moves and quivers. The water below me is calm and seaglass-green. I see a small star. The star's shaking, just a little, like it's in a reflection and it's started to rain.