Before the first leaf unfurls on the willow, the coltsfoot claims the mud. It is a defiant spark against the grey, waking while the frost still clings to the shadows. Golden discs do not wait for the luxury of green; they push through the grit on leafless, scaled stems, mistaking the pale sun for an invitation to conquer the wasteland.
They are spring’s scouts, brief, bright, and stubborn. By the time the world turns lush, their yellow crowns will have withered into clocks of white fluff, scattering secrets into the wind before the heavy summer grass forgets they were there.
wanted to keep reading! really effective, thank you for sharing, i like this format you've devised.
Thank you Caz
"Erika trades her vape for a cigarette."
this line is so simple but so rich in meaning
Thank you for noticing Nick, I definitely had meaning intended there.
Before the first leaf unfurls on the willow, the coltsfoot claims the mud. It is a defiant spark against the grey, waking while the frost still clings to the shadows. Golden discs do not wait for the luxury of green; they push through the grit on leafless, scaled stems, mistaking the pale sun for an invitation to conquer the wasteland.
They are spring’s scouts, brief, bright, and stubborn. By the time the world turns lush, their yellow crowns will have withered into clocks of white fluff, scattering secrets into the wind before the heavy summer grass forgets they were there.
Girl this was me for YEARS. Just trade cigarettes for weed..
Well done as always