feathers & colors

a mourning dove landed on a branch above me
attempting to capture my attention
they say that means an angel is watching
it means
 
spring is easter
& flowers
/hope/
& think about
flowers &
/peace/
planting & thinking
about planting
/hope & peace/
& spring greens you
haven’t seen & it
 
seems like there has
only been soft brown
& alabaster
 
primrose
 
petals surprise
&
thought they would
freeze when removing
dried maple
leaves, she
wore, she swore, she woke up
in abril
 
there are mas flores
y ella brags
her color even
when no one looks
 
/wild convoluting rojas y rosas/
 
crimsons/bloods
 
saffron/anaranjados/sage/lavender/verdes
 
& she said
they made him pull his
garden up & I thought
que triste

---

Constance Bacchus lives with her daughter in the Pacific Northwest. She often writes about nature and eastern Washington state.