The Season for New Beginnings

A Poem

Photo by Zane Lee on Unsplash

how trite you might think
it is to hold a leash upon spring
and hope for winter’s lament
to drain away all fear of snow

oh, Jack Frost sends his love
and prays you won’t forget
the ceremony of Persephone
before she ascends one more time

the flowers begin to bud
early on a dew-filled morn,
but we have no mind for it
while our eyes stay ahead

trees begin to whisper
instead of scream into voids,
their bare branches clawing
at what’s left of the sky

oh, some might say,
“don’t anger the gods!” —
but what of the billionaires
choking our planet to death?

but spring will come and go,
even if soon by name alone,
and we celebrate our feasts
no matter all of our follies

the grass gets greener
(if we’re lucky),
and the eggs are hidden
for sticky hands of children to find