The Spring (5)
It's the first day of spring
the beginning of new things
but some things never change.
The floods come with the rains
and rivers swell beyond their banks
to soak the fields and choke the seeds.
I'm drowning. I'm in the weeds
choking on air and trying to breath
my heart dwelling on an old familiar melody.
The lyrics make it hard but to see
that I'm trapped in last season's song
and with the first day of spring,
like the winter, you're gone.
Nice... Spring (5) ftw. I think this is amongst the top 2 of my favourite spring poems. It's hard to decide. I guess it's more in my normal tone/mood. Oh well. Peace out.
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