Sprung

12x12” Acrylic on canvas.
I wrote this poem to best describe the meaning behind this painting:

//sprung//

You feel like spring
In the winter

Like a golden star
On a long cold night

You feel like the season
I can’t quite let myself
Believe exists yet

Because earth is
Not ready to hold

She has some more
Trauma to work through
First

You feel like a whole lot
Of future

I want to coexist with

In flowers
In birds
And rain showers