My mind is awash with pastels, not greys.
The feel of a slight spring haze, the suns smileing rays.
Sweet words spoken softly, through a rose scented breeze.
Melt the heaviest of soul freeze.
Happiness and contentment, not sadness and dismay.
Soul sinkers hard to find, on the calmest of days.
White gum blossoms, fall like snow.
Drunk pollen bees hum, their spring thirst will grow.
These thoughts of spring days spent with you.
Will get me through my winter day gloom.
© Deon Heemskerk 28-4-2012