rushing back to springtime days.
in a familiar setting
thankful I'm still here.
a mystery left behind
frozen and disconcerted
must face the winter.
trying to refresh
cold weather sets in.
stones of green
In a twist of the plot.
cold winds blowing from the north
for such small creatures
celebrate the tiny triumphs and hold on.
Celebrate the tiny triumphs and hold on.
For such small creatures
Cold winds blowing from the north
in a twist of the plot,
stones of green
cold weather sets in
trying to refresh--
must face the winter.
frozen and disconcerted
a mystery left behind
thankful I'm still here
in a familiar setting
rushing back to springtime days.
notes
I took the common lines from my two remix poem to make this.
Our brand new furnace isn't working, the technician won't return my calls, and I'm feeling very emotionally dysregulated.
