from a winter past...

carrying forward connotations of a winter past 

since the verdancy is lost to the whiteout of rogue snowfalls,

we purify, whitewash, spread the lye in outward calibrations 

towards the ficklefixated exponential reveal...

a most presentient congress of pre-raphaelite hues

gather in sodden joy on sidewalks and in garden dirt

why not a kale tree, 
why not sapient moss

winter solstice

seasonal solace

annual stimulus

anno mmxvii 

you are most welcome