I lost one follower,

I apologize.

I'm glad my art could please them,

For a little while.

I was weak in winter,
The constant frosts,
Laying over my bones.

Now Spring has come,
With a new warmth I've never known,
Blooming in the flowers of our pear trees.

A new season has brought a new warmth inside,
So I fold into the branches of the cherry trees.

I feel the world at
   times conspires to make true my
basic discontent.

Here lately the Sandman mocks me
with his calls to sleep that are nothing more than brutal sarcasm
To report to my bed at night
is the highest level of futility
Even the sheep are laughing
I’m here all week