Friday, March 23, 2012

impossible spring


as I lay here in bed
warm breeze at my head
...birds serenade
winter evaporates
cold death reversed
the longer cursed

I imagine that first year
when seasons appeared
when spring then summer was the norm
the panic that followed..when autumn
with a chill
went on to kill
green to brown longer around
flowers and fruits
lying limp on their roots
the utter despair
life itself..disappears
month after cold month
(sorry there's no rhyme for month)
waiting for the end
just around the bend..
lying on a cold hard bed
suddenly, warm breeze at my head
...birds serenade
winter just evaporates
cold death reversed
the world no longer cursed

It's impossible...
and yet's spring



Blogger Altie said...

:) yay!

March 23, 2012 12:30 PM  
Anonymous eve said...

"sorry there's no rhyme for month"

That's okay, you didn't rhyme 'despair, " "seranades," or "autumn" either.


March 23, 2012 5:28 PM  
Anonymous DavidOnTheLake said...

Fair enough...apology retracted..

Btw..according to Snapple bottle caps facts the word Month is the only english word not to have a rhyme.
Although some also mention orange.

March 25, 2012 12:30 PM  

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