It doesn’t last

The spring is here but it won’t last,

It will fold into heat

And heat will fall into wind and leaves will rustle and break

And snow will bend the limbs… bend my limbs so far that I think I’ll break but I don’t and then…

Its spring again

But it never lasts

And I’m only ever thinking of how quickly the cold will come and swallow me up again

And in those dark days as I dream of the flowers bursting and the birds singing through and beyond the sunset

I think too of how the Spring won’t last and Summer won’t last and Autumn won’t last

And in thought… Winter always seems to be where I land…

and… tonight I’d really love to just be where I am.