An Ode To Spring



Winter hath tyrannized and tortured with weather

So cold, so abrupt and so cruel.

The sparrow hath not sung, hath shown not one feather,

One shirks at the thought of a pool.

The chill and the frost, thinketh itself clever

Whilst children gawk through the casement.

Have we been betrayed

Perhaps Spring hath been slain

Perhaps it does hideth in my basement.


About Miranda S. Wrightz

I breath one breath at a time, like a normal mermaid.

3 responses to “An Ode To Spring

  1. If you put it there with the rest of the children, it probably is.

  2. In the dark

    A basement is a place of joy
    chilled to just right
    a place i am able to
    spend a stormy night

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