On Monday, I saw a blue – green dragonfly dazzling brightly like it had been carved out of a jewel hovering above a softly swirling stream

On Tuesday, I find a sycamore dancing in the breeze, a small lime green bud swaying gently.

On Wednesday, I touch the bare bluebell bank wondering when sprouts as green as olives and tiny bells will bloom again.

On Thursday, I tasted blood, staining my finger like a traffic light, warning me to stop before I enter soul-stabbing swords as small as ants, growing on the floor.

On Friday, I hear a woodpecker slowly chipping his way into an oak tree looking for wood lice in the depth of the bark,

On Saturday, I captured a ladybug crawling on a curl of a furn unfurling for spring.

On Sunday, I dreamt of a deer prancing in pale moon light hoping that it finds its herd.