Her gloved hands, half-melted snowman and noisy snowballs aren’t tired, and their laughter sliding on snowy sheets is in fourth dimension.
Under the blue sky,
on an ostentatiously democratic soil; buried under a criss-crossed little sheet of
suspiciously clean snow, lay few leaves.
The retired Mulberry leaves whispers into her ears
a couple of dark secrets about how the treacherous snow
stabs in the heart of its fruity soul every year.
The always proud Mulberry tree weeps in winter.
“Shall I feel bad for the tree or good for myself?”
The youthful vernal sunshine
bakes her forehead to chocolate brown,
thus melting both the snow
and words rolling on her tongue.
The weeping tree smiles and so does she,
and it holds onto the hopes as the sun walks up the sky.

Today’s challenge is to write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words. I chose ‘VERNALITY’ meaning the spring, a spring-like quality; the greenness and freshness of springtime.

Happy Reading 💗