Seasonal Quips

Spring Pops Up

Spring pops up one sunny day,
Turns snow to mud and then away.
Nighttime falls and then more snow.
Bloody spring, just show and go.


Summer slows mentality,
Slides a hand over the heart,
And saddens old sentimentality.

Marshy days ooze toward sodden ends.
Luminous dusks linger,
Resolving into shimmering specks,
While night weeps in the long grass,
And sleeplessness seeps toward dawn.

   Vivum est iudicium sine iudicio.

Falling (revised)

   melancholy drifting, floating,
   sepia, ocher, rust,
   bleakness seeping, dappling,
   watery, listless, drawn,
   on arching and forsaken blades,
   holding their breath,
   awaiting at last the fall.


   winter wants few words:
   cold and cloudy, wind and snow,
   the caw and clatter of a crow.


About Jay C Ritterson
If I say nothing, it might be that I have nothing to say.

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