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.
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