artificial spring

in the dead, rotten night of winter

i cherish the energy the sun,

so generously,

gives. unconditionally.

i drink it, soak in it, wash myself clean

to drown my shadow

to cheat time and consume an artificial spring

to nurture an artificial garden

my heart, pumping chlorophyll now

through veins that have sprouted leaves. i am choking on flowers. 

caught green-handed.