The streets are splattered in yellow,
like paint – only just dried in the gutters –
and even though the air is still cool
and moist from yesterday`s rainfall,
I can feel it like sand
beneath my eyelids, clogging up my nostrils.
Only the toughest of lilac,
heavy and damp – like the sky
hanging over me today – can reach through it
The wind carries it farther than expected,
and accompanies me with rustling leaves,
carrying a few magpies, (Their screeches
are shrill, but their tail feathers shimmer in iridescent blue),
raining pink petals on me and the road.
It now looks like a child painted it
with chalk, flaking off in places, and I arrive
finally, dusted in the colors of spring.
Today’s prompt was to speak to all the five senses when writing, which is what I tried to do in describing my bike ride today. Here, winter seems to have exploded into an almost summery spring, and today was the first day to be a bit cooler.
Heute sollten wir alle fünf Sinne in unserem Gedicht ansprechen und ich habe es versucht indem ich die derzeitige Frühlingsexplosion, die dazu führt, dass wir mit gelben Staub (und Blütenblättern und anderen Blättern) überschwemmt werden, beschreibe.