The yolk of the sun

bursts out from the sickly sky

bruised yellow and grey

kindles the spread of

thread between fragments, elbows

woven tighter still

together they stitch

a butterfly net, chasing…

Dream-eyed, shoulders bright

and brazen as the crocus

erupting through grey

soil their banners flutter.

Hot words swell in chests

filling bone baskets

steaming through mouths wide and wild.