Spring’s Blithe Green
Spring is a superior language,
clean and quick, and geared
to come straight at you with its
pistons jumping like baby birds,
who are twice as noisy and frantic
as seems reasonable, and then
blithe green wells up in you, mixes
with your blood, and smothers
you with colours bright enough
to blind the sky with its words.
And then you turn to me and ask,
What use is beauty, anyway?
NaPoWriMo Day 26: Write a poem with an epic simile or Homeric Simile, which runs on for several lines. Image by Tomas Tuma from Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #glopowrimo #napowrimo on Twitter