Melancholy is an Indigo Plant

The calendar

claimed Spring,

the time

of beautiful

blossoms

But behind 

my mask,

I felt not

the warmth 

of the sunshine,

only cold,

lonely isolation

Fear 

sprinkled

like rain

upon my 

branches

I held 

my breath,

defying osmosis,

unwilling to let 

the water droplets

enter my roots

One day

I hoped

my blossoms

would return

One day

I hoped

to breathe

again

Written April 16, 2020