season d'etre

The darling buds
have popped their heads
and broken rank-and-file
the snows are melted
the skies untinted
and gone is the land's ice-cold veil

Spring is on its way
but the snowflake is melting
into oblivion

the carboy of acid sits
the sunny clime is wasted
on the bright flowers that dare
to seek its dark depths

winter was the season cool
frozen squirrels and dark dead wood
like a nippy crab with quick claws
that ends up on someone's dinner plate

the wintry sunlight fades
with my sting laced with arachnid-hate I wait
for the next sun-drenched wretch
to walk my way

the winter's cold
lies spent and old
like an old man's unheard refrain
the sunbeam and the yellow blooms
mock it with child-like disdain