Challenge
Ode to spring flowers
Choose any of the spring bulbs, or the first violet of spring. Make a bouquet, or not. Let me know what it does to your heart when you spot the first spears of green pushing through the dirt. Keep it clean, and under 500 words. Poem, prose, essay or story matters not, I'll read them all.
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wooden stairs, weeds nestled in the slats. green and feathery, glorious things that flourish and wither away.
wind that weaves on the edge of a precipice, loose tangled threads that cause rocks to crumble and tumble onto shelves of stone.
a curved path, ambling and colliding with thin spears of grass, revealing a brilliant flash of orange.
a single poppy, bending in the breeze.