The season frolics through my words, and my soul shudders under sun-teased pleasures. I smile, delighting in the way my dark and my bright dance (free and bare) for all to read. Old Man Winter died screaming, but I don’t fret—Primavera kisses everything better.
limbs naked and spread,
awaiting spring’s blooming kiss,
dreaming of summer
Darkness and blood and thunder rip into my calm. Chaos cackles through walls of bone, chanting, “I slaughtered Tender and Quiet and fed their carcasses to Hel’s shadows. I’ve broken all your rainbows, my pet—no more brightness to brew thought.”
wild hearts are open
to pandemonium’s peace—
bring on the madness
In the beginning and before the end, I think (equally fine) in shadows and rainbows.
the wee notes…
– Primavera is the Spanish word for spring.
– Hel (Norse Mythology) presides over a realm of the dead that shares her name.
– For the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Penultimatums: Voyages’ End (Almost).
The inspiration for the first haiku…
…and the heart of the last stanza.