Not a Pastel Guy

I'm not a pastel guy. You must know that.
I haven't much use for the pale yellow
Flowers, the bumbling bee, or the newly
Warm soil. They're nice, but I'm not keen
To be the spring's sucker. Winter has passed,
Yet its harshness remains. There are truncheons
Still swinging and doors remain closed,
People wishing for breakfast, or maybe just
Dignified treatment, and learning that neither
Is imminent. “Spring's here. How beautiful!,”
So many say, as they gaze as the new leaves
And blossoms in trees. It's a riot of pastels,
And, yes, it is lovely, but I still see darkness
Beneath.




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Written on 2021-04-07 at 23:27

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Hans Bump The PoetBay support member heart!
Well spoken and written. Surely this could spark a conversation with those who embrace Spring.
2021-04-10