Sayornis p.

Color winds its way through souls –  

plant stems, the lick of a warm breeze, snow, flames that flicker high, painted in 

red, the color of roses 

as well as blood, 

You, a byproduct of human existence, make place in a very many things, I’ve noticed, so here’s a very incomplete list. 

i know spring is ending, because the lilacs are wilting – their pale purple has fallen to the ground, leaving behind brittle stalks of brown
nestled in rich green leaves.
as soon as they came, gone