spring poem
rue anemone
violet
spring beauty
deptford pink
sorrel
here they come
~
yet the changing leaves of autumn
undo me
in a way the coming of spring beauties never can
autumn begins my quiet time turning inward
~
here they come
~
yes
i love spring but with it
comes something else my heart
beats
a little too quickly
in anticipation of something untoward unspringlike
unwanted
too bright too optimistic
my nature blossoms in the bone chilling heart of winter
and warms
with the touch of cold feet under sheets
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2017-03-27 at 03:20
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