Spring, cherished maiden ambivalent: three parts rain, one part intemp'rate sun. Show sympathy for clouded, rueful weather - and let her weep 'til she, at last, is done
for there is no permanence in her grief. She's winter's lover, moreso summer's child: clutching daisy chains like bespoke rosaries, new petalled life retrieves her golden smile.
caught myself relating to the seasons. spring's emotionally dysregulated. leave her alone. :(