Stasis, Please

I cling to the seasons. I don't know why.
Do I fear for my mortality? It's winter
Now. The world is stark, and that's
Become alright with me. The dull
Brown fields, the leafless trees, the
Sullen muddy smudge of river,
Slouching southward, more in view
Than it is in the verdent seasons.
These are what I want to see, and
When the trees begin to leaf, the
Redbuds budding, daffodils so
Coursely conquering the snow,
I'll curse how they obscure my
View...until I've grown accustomed
To the warmth and all the greenery,
And then I'll curse the coming
Summer. That's just how it is
With me. Perhaps I ought to go
Somewhere, like Equador or
Ellesmere Island, where the weather
Doesn't change, so I can be at ease.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-15 at 23:28

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