Melancholia

The square is filled with the tingling air of spring They came from far and near the masses gathered there, Celebratory, a bit premature, to shed their outer gear. It's the human way, so the elders say to those who ask To egg on winter's fate--sooner is better than late Come join the fray--the hedgehog tale provides a date. Yet even if the shadow cast is vast the light will have its way Like a hunch, its nagging creep--until it gets into my sleep And I begin to wait and weep in secret for the solace of the darkest day.