You’re so vibrant
Or rather, that’s what I recall.
It feels vibrant to remember you,
At least.
It was cold
And we were both silent,
Shivering in worlds apart
It seemed.
Somehow, you bloomed
In January’s deadly quiet,
Drearily blanketed as you were,
I perceived.
Thoroughly naked,
Your boldness of spirit
Inspired many, though others thought
you diseased.
I must confess,
The winter left me frightened,
My calloused petals nearly scared
To breathe.
By spring
I hadn’t so much as sprouted,
Even as you were shimmering
In the eve.
You were vibrant.
Yes, I’m sure now you were.
Your vibrancy must have marked you
To those fiends.
I’d noted them,
The howling sons of tyrants
Braying their tempers vehemently
To their weeds.
Utter lust
To the point of carnal violence
Towards such saturated colors
As we.
I lay dormant,
But you swayed on defiant
To be ravaged so voraciously
By those things.
I heard it all.
I shuddered, but I was silent.
Now your swaying has all but stifled
With the breeze.
It’s winter again.
I’m cold and also still quite frightened,
But for our sakes, I promise I’ll finally bloom
Vibrantly in Spring.
