A Girl from the Carolinas

It was the most

exotic scene

with the flowers all around the neighborhood,

white, stubby

thrown to the ground

with only a small pigment of gray

visible on the bulb.

The children frolicked with these flowers

as they left their footprints in the tall white grass

where they could fall without a wail

or could run outside with their parents laughing inside umbrage.

This time of year was best if you wanted to wrestle

or plant flowers into the ground,

right after hurling it at a friend.

Those that chose sit in the grass got all cold

with the grasses’ wet quality, socks got drenched in water and soil

coats got wet too, but no one noticed since the snow

only allowed kisses

to be inflicted on the humans.

But, when the weather felt the need to change again

the flowers bubbled up to become gray cracks

and the tall white grass began to recede into the soil,

the sun had decided to peak out

causing colorful flowers to sprout from green blades.

The white was gone.

The white had reverted into mud.

But, someone said,

it will all happen again

next year.