Poem
Second Spring
A poem
The trees around here
are still charcoal black
from the Valley Fire
of 2015.
When spring flowers
begin to bud up
around their bases
a symbolic mix
of colors coexist,
as loss and life
share root-space.
I start to reach
for my phone
to take a picture
of the contrast
until I remember
that I have you.
Cover image by Biegun Wschodni.
