a warm, golden
yellow-blue, rippling
blue-yellow light
danced like a sprite
off the dulled, splintered
winter-worn window panes,
as stubbornly they opened
one by one,
onto the parched, dusty rooms,
anxious
to gulp in the shimmer
& abundance of misty
perfumed concoctions
of salty
green grass
lilac & oxygen,
they filled brimming
with the sustenance
of springtime promises:
long, dark
withering winters,
now but
distant
memories