Through my window
there are flowers, finally.
Luscious and lashings, lovelinesses to adore.
Sunlight shimmers, lingers
long enough to bloom any winter hardiness.
April has brought blossoms to my window
and I gather them as gifts, bask in their colours, benevolence.
Soften the harsh contours of the world with petals, whimsy,
knowledge that beauty is a balm, a salve,
an essential component of living
that makes everything better.