Chip, chip, and chip away. Sun baked brick walls to my left and right in the Arizona heat. Stark and stucco and like the walls barring my heart from this sun kissed love. Built brick upon brick these last few months in the unforgiving winters of the north.

Ice will fall to clay will turn to stardust as I chip, chip, and chip away. Crumble and begin again.

Walls that have formed unbidden like a drop of blood drawn to the surface of my skin – under assault of thorns hidden beneath sheer beauty – red and white petals.

What is must become what was. Just as kings do die, flowers must wither and walls must come down. Then rise the yellow sun gloriously.

So must end the shadow of my own stifled winter. Dry my shallow sorrows under the desert moon and breathe the calm of the west. The here and the now.

Emerge a flutterby in the budding hours of change.