Spring, in Memory as Old as Love

10

Today is April’s chill
The terrain of minutes without music
I walk another flowery permutation
This too is Spring
The annual green of shivering birth

These hours are inbetweens
All of them, without remorse
How marvellous is the change
Becoming is better than being
Or being is a myth like self

The next day, it will be longer
Stretching me with saliva and for the stars
Within a week I’ll be somebody else
Hopefully, out of the rut I’ve hid in
Spritely with the air and the moisture

Of potential, laid eyes upon possibility
The glow of inspection
On droplets of something new
Entrancing me perpendicular
Towards moments perceived differently

O’, I will study the buds this time
The orchids I will take as mine!
These Seasons my last Encyclopaedia of glory.

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