Spring comes early
an early transition to happy souls running rampant through fields
to pale bodies basking in the new found Sun
to people out for the warmth after hibernating the Winter entire
sad souls all, just newborns crying for warmth and food and Mommy when they want satisfied
to feel the cold of Winter should be truly experienced
to know and feel the good and the bad
how can they know life?
Spring brings me a feeling of claustrophobia
I lead my consistent yet tumultuous life, some would say disinteresting until...
until crowds rush to enjoy the warm weather
Spring brings a death to a part of me
the part that can stand in awe in the glory of nature year-round
it is lost in the Spring rush
I keep my routine of star gazing
at least at night there is room to walk
I wait for the "unbearable" heat of Summer to resume my quiet life
the extremes are where I exist
only there can I think freely

written 3/30/98
©1998 Matt Henderson 4/21/76