He looked out the window at the frost laden ground
and saw the spring's colorful delight,
blooming and brazen,
frozen in forever light.
Dead to the stalk, petals as glass
Sharp winds, you ghastly fools
Think that you could snap at spring like that?
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 2:42 AM UTC
He looked out the window at the frost laden ground
and saw the spring's colorful delight,
blooming and brazen,
frozen in forever light.
Dead to the stalk, petals as glass
Sharp winds, you ghastly fools
Think that you could snap at spring like that?
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