Over long winter hours
Feeling angst about the enduring absence of a pleasant stasis,
The ninja like treachery of nature, camouflaged in the subtly sweet aroma of hyacinth and spring dew, sneaks past the awaiting anticipation of discomfort.
How long has it been since Nature’s sweet halter was again shown,
Torturing lost companions with its overbearing presence?
The relinquished thoughts and plans replaced. Uncomfertability, tension, and a sense of impuissance take hold of all decisions and actions.
A pill for such things causes more than dry mouth and hot flashes. The treatment has been known as the cause in many a heart’s aches and sudden collapses.
Pharmacopeia fails to vitiate the limerance of one’s soul for the unattainable warmth of spring’s wrath.
Once again, winter is preferred over possible allergic reactions.
Copyright © Matthew Sample | Year Posted 2012
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