They Tell Me Now

by

McKenna Byrne

They tell me now: "spring is here again;
Spring forward on your clock; you'll lose the hour
Of sleep - but the wind feels warmer and the rain
Is intermittent - a little drumming shower
At most, you know," this is what I hear.
But to my unresurrected heart
It could be almost any time of year
Since circumstance compelled our lives apart.
I am aware I do not come refined
Like others, through the winter; well prepared
For coming seasons, warmer and more kind,
Since passing time has left me unrepaired
And I am unrevolving - one who will
Always wonder if it's spring or winter still.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at All Mind
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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