spring
i thought, it's the first day of spring,
i shall mark the occasion with a poem!
but damned if i could find any verse
that wasn't expressly about april (it's cruelty
roundly praised). i guess i should not be surprised.
poets take their time, tending to awaken
late. finally, they emerge from their winter
seclusion, tardy but warm.
i shall mark the occasion with a poem!
but damned if i could find any verse
that wasn't expressly about april (it's cruelty
roundly praised). i guess i should not be surprised.
poets take their time, tending to awaken
late. finally, they emerge from their winter
seclusion, tardy but warm.