spring

Accepting all that matters: is!
I falter like a flower finding sun too soon
a shallow frost disrupts me
There is no resource to shield me
I am a silent movie
A watchful thing

No matter. Sullen cries betray me.
I am sinking in the mud

This forceful personification
No flower believes such things
No flower believes at all

I would rather be a summer rose
Knowing only light

Humans are always biting that same apple

Forgetting that this division is only in their
Perceptions

Joy I am: crowd me out!
A voice I have, very well
But this persistent personality: I don’t need it

I would rather be a crocus content in dirt

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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