25 May 03

So many mornings' lights,
So many chilly dusky nights,
But still the winter pervades
And spring evades.

I touched the dewy flower
And was awed by its power,
Its false brightness,
Heavy lightness.

A blossom in the dark
In a landscape ever stark,
Forgotten in the tremors
Of winters subtle terrors.

Though summer should be full
I still feel winter's pull,
Crisp in the air,
Lurking in its lair.

False spring come and gone
Like winter's foolish pawn,
Now, summer at the door,
Winter holds its war.

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