Spring is becoming a different season,
shrinking to something ascetic, lean;
the trees persist in blooming,
though rebirth comes harder every year.
The skin of my feet has dried to resemble
parchment, where sere cracks appear:
will it exfoliate in a puff of dust,
as the continent's surface does,
and mingle with myriad dislodged hectares
curdling the atmosphere?
Change of season
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2009
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seasons can change
but the stars always shine
reflections seem strange
further down the line
Ильин Денис 16.10.2009 14:21 • Заявить о нарушении
but the stars always shine
reflections seem strange
further down the line
Ильин Денис 16.10.2009 14:21 • Заявить о нарушении