Springtime

I.

Every year

So many feelings

Are spring-cleaned out

Of the house.

At least they get

To leave.

II.

He sat out

The spring season

To recuperate

From the Fall.

III.

The joy takes

Forever to spring out

Of a heart that beats

In sync with

The melancholy,

But when it does,

There’s nothing

Quite like it.

IV.

She might have been

Limping through her life,

But she still believes

That some day

She shall walk

With a spring in her step.

©Aaysid

“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”
Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard’s Egg

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  1. Glorious words…and surgical precision in describing the melancholy I know so well from my own personal experience. So much beauty and depth here, as well as sadness and longing. Your words are beyond magical, Aaysid. I really love these. 🙂

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