Winter's Not Gone Yet

mellow trees

barely sigh

at early spring

cluelessly

they fill with color

just a niave child

chasing candy

into a van

but winter's not gone yet

 

i used to look at you

with hope, guardian angel

oh, 

winged friend

that you'd evolve

not to land 

on that venus fly trap

and that your offspring

would learn

and tell their brethren

but watching you dissolve

i see a reflection of the world

and myself,

though soon just a blurr

as i hit my head

on that basement

pipe again,

rushing out

gushing out

 

we never learn

not to get excited

at the first taste of sweetness

or the first feeling of warmth

that suggestion of good news

or the first hint of day light

running out to get vaporized

we never learn

we never learn

unless we shut off

and that's somehow worse but

 

mellow trees

barely sigh

at early spring

cluelessly

they fill with color

just a niave child

chasing candy

into a van

but winter's not gone yet

 

no, winter's not gone yet

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Interesting write.

Stephen

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Thank you for reading, and

Thank you for reading, and for leaving a response, as well. I do appreciate it.