picture me, this first day of spring

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Picture me, this first day of spring. I am this sweet bud, opening for you by a bed quilted in colour and petal. I have sought out the early rays of this first spring sun and am thinking of you. You: do you see?
So, I compose myself. I make myself a composition of sunlight and promises and the hopeful blooming sigh of the soil. I am reaching up, my face tingles, capillary-popping with warmth.
I did this for you on the first day of spring. Picture me. I ask you to picture me here, my arm raised to honour the light and colour, bloom full of promise. A promise I have put together and now send your way. Tell me you see this. Let me know you understand.
*send*