On a dead of winter day
our footsteps in the snow
melt too quickly
for anyone to follow
In drops of steady rain
we picnic beside the lake
and watch fireworks
fizzle out with summer
Riding the crest of fall
but stalked by spring
and so, in the throes
of such invisible connections
we're preserved
And sitting on a shelf
awaiting our turn
to be pried open
and spread like jam
for someone to consume...
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC
On a dead of winter day
our footsteps in the snow
melt too quickly
for anyone to follow
In drops of steady rain
we picnic beside the lake
and watch fireworks
fizzle out with summer
Riding the crest of fall
but stalked by spring
and so, in the throes
of such invisible connections
we're preserved
And sitting on a shelf
awaiting our turn
to be pried open
and spread like jam
for someone to consume...
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