daisies in a rootbeer bottle
pickles in a bowl
spring has come
it seems to say
where did the winter go?
my heart sings for winter,
even though
it stole away my innocence
i crave the frost
i crave the cold
it lets me hibernate in insolence
but spring...
new beginnings, as they say
have come to all at last
but what if that begin-again-ing
has swept you away entirely to fast?
what if it means you'll loose your home,
your pets and all you love
what if it means you'll loose yourself
as you struggle to overcome?
the daisies in the rootbeer bottle
have said their last happy hello...
they close their eyes, and nod their heads
and into eternal sleep they go
the pickles, used as sustenance
had not long to live
they filled me up and helped me get
through another day
of begin-again
