Mellow yellow, white—
cacophony of colours,
spring rain; burst of green.
Season’s greetings
Dark wanders
Shadows in alleys,
illuminate the living,
hiding the future.
Out with the old
Nature’s spring cleaning:
casting out bony branches;
remains of winter.
Comforting
On cold winter nights—
like rain on a warm spring eve—
a ray of sunshine.
Start doing
It’s wishful thinking,
to die looking at the sun;
live like you’re dying.
The Chaos Within 