I GAZED UP into a bouquet of green.
White feathery buds encased in emerald sheaths dangled strings of seeds over my head. Pink blossoms bobbed in a gentle wind, cheery chartreuse leaves smiling at their neighbors. And closest to my face, yellow flowers sprouted off curling vines, hardy creeper clinging to a fragrant fir. Snorting, I noted that even the evergreen had produced new cones; their young, green scales nodded at me from their branches.
I rubbed viciously at my eyes. Spring had officially struck and invaded.
Written: 3 April 2016
Words: 86 wds