Dark Spring

by Lacey Veazey-Daniel

In spring, her yard was alive with color. She waited out the lonely dark of winter To revel in the beauty of resurrection. Easter Sunday saw her savior rise and it swathed her in pastels.

Lilac sweet and vernal, she passed her days in joy, tending flowers, courting hummingbirds, and breathing in the warmth of spring.

My spring lost its color with her passing. I revel in the lovely dark of winter and dread the beauty of resurrection.

Easter Sunday sees my sorrows rise And turns pastels to grey.

Lilac bitter-sweet and vernal, I pass my days in grief, tending tears, courting melancholy, and waiting out the dark of spring.

a

short story

by Jasmine-Joy Ignacio