Sunday, April 21, 2013

Spring Cannot Come

Spring cannot come soon enough
And time will surely oblige:
Cutting into monotony
Giving memories its sympathy
While moderation attempts its flow
And excess smiles indulgently,
As it barely budges an inch.
Am I wiser?
Or are my oversights underscored...
The careful sun withdraws its insights
And the moon vacillates in reply.