Third day of the spring
but it hardly feels like it
May be someone forgot to tell the clime
To remind the winter -
It is time.
Time to move on.
Move on to the hemisphere northern.
And give us the respite, long awaited.
Many springs have sprung up
autumns fallen
summers roasted
at the altar of one thing or the other.
Some years the fires burning the country
like a spurned lover
At other times, the deluge of floods
leaving no room for tears
Welling up the hearts like
a moonstruck ocean
Then there is always
The invisible killer
that lurks without a weapon
The last three years
three too many
Making life as we knew it
a dream too hard to even dream
Move on winter
Your time is up.
Don't be a pile on
on the few days left
of this year
Yet another going by,
unfelt, unlived.
Then there are the climes within
that lay claims heavy
upon the hues and shapes
of the seasons without.
Blue and ratchety
having been the season's fave
(last) few years too many.
And I still keep looking for reasons
to turn to cheap thrill
another attempt at a happy marriage
has been my melancholy's pet.
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