Write a 15-word story Springtime Story.
Vernal Infernal
Forget lavender crocus’s saffron scent, it’s red tape and fear, death’s conjoined twin: Tax Day.
No Matter What Happened at Home the Night Before
We knew how to find the spot where the pink lady slippers bloomed each spring.
Ephemeral Road Signs
We see pink stripes on white on Virginia spring beauties. The bee sees landing strips.
From the Porch I Watch Spring Unfold like Cinema
Cherry-blossom confetti rolls down the hill where bunnies emerge, dandelions in their teeth like swords.
Daffs
I plant the daffodil bulbs full of hope they will bloom yellow on her grave.
Orange Day Hikers in Spring
Red Spotted Newts cover the Appalachian trail. We know spring will soon bloom into summer.
Small Mercies in Spring
What they’d lost in February was irretrievable, but the sunshine was something he’d always loved.
She Wears Red.
Red Birkenstocks smirked at red cowboy boots.
“Can you smell nail polish? Pedi equals spring.”
THE POLLINATORS
Lepidopterans! They’re here. The humans. Murder? No. Sneezing fits. Swollen eyes. Dusk, comrades. Unleash powder.
Don't Call Me Babe in Winter
Call me babe in spring, love, when life wins, flowers blossom, and I am reborn.
The Immagine ‘n Poesia Painting the Spring in Shangrila
pink-white sakura-pecked twilight / conference of the fireflies / goatherd stargazing by the Hunza River
"For-Cynth-i-a,"
she mouthed.
I laughed. "They are!"
Took off the mask. Breathing noisily, sniffed. "Black earthy."
What’s the colour of spring?
She asked me. I smiled and covered her cheeks in gulal, the color of Holi.
A Bunch of Yellow Stickered Daffs
A stale booze fug. Flowers on the floor by a wardrobe full of bare hangers.
Family Glue
Every March, Mom’s cleaning bug worked overtime, Dad sneezed dandelion dust, aiming his orange swatter.
The doctor's receptionist asked if I was happy about my pregnancy, and I didn't know the answer
Fields of lambs, a rainbow riot of flowers. Cow shit stench. Bile in my throat.
Vernal Infernal
Forget lavender crocus’s saffron scent, it’s red tape and fear, death’s conjoined twin: Tax Day.
No Matter What Happened at Home the Night Before
We knew how to find the spot where the pink lady slippers bloomed each spring.
Ephemeral Road Signs
We see pink stripes on white on Virginia spring beauties. The bee sees landing strips.
From the Porch I Watch Spring Unfold like Cinema
Cherry-blossom confetti rolls down the hill where bunnies emerge, dandelions in their teeth like swords.
Daffs
I plant the daffodil bulbs full of hope they will bloom yellow on her grave.
Orange Day Hikers in Spring
Red Spotted Newts cover the Appalachian trail. We know spring will soon bloom into summer.
Small Mercies in Spring
What they’d lost in February was irretrievable, but the sunshine was something he’d always loved.
She Wears Red.
Red Birkenstocks smirked at red cowboy boots.
“Can you smell nail polish? Pedi equals spring.”
THE POLLINATORS
Lepidopterans! They’re here. The humans. Murder? No. Sneezing fits. Swollen eyes. Dusk, comrades. Unleash powder.
Don't Call Me Babe in Winter
Call me babe in spring, love, when life wins, flowers blossom, and I am reborn.
The Immagine ‘n Poesia Painting the Spring in Shangrila
pink-white sakura-pecked twilight / conference of the fireflies / goatherd stargazing by the Hunza River
"For-Cynth-i-a,"
she mouthed.
I laughed. "They are!"
Took off the mask. Breathing noisily, sniffed. "Black earthy."
What’s the colour of spring?
She asked me. I smiled and covered her cheeks in gulal, the color of Holi.
A Bunch of Yellow Stickered Daffs
A stale booze fug. Flowers on the floor by a wardrobe full of bare hangers.
Family Glue
Every March, Mom’s cleaning bug worked overtime, Dad sneezed dandelion dust, aiming his orange swatter.
The doctor's receptionist asked if I was happy about my pregnancy, and I didn't know the answer
Fields of lambs, a rainbow riot of flowers. Cow shit stench. Bile in my throat.