the decadence of a forever June
takes root, bulbs rising from their soiled tomb.
stems cracking the surface in bloom.
Time runs forwards amongst the elegant artistry
of a fresh spring being.
A source of warmth,
and the pulsating earth,
all throbbing in anticipation
Eyes straining under the pressure
of time’s thrusting dominance.
The white of winter’s left to thaw,
slipping into a convulsion of colour,
awaking, into a myriad of more.
Oh there! Look,
to the daffodil!
No wait, stay still.
Time turns back as the spring green wilts,
as cold envelopes the lover’s heat
and the solemn tulips begin to fade,
pulled below to a winter’s grave
with tears now spent on the mistakes we’ve made.
But what’s this?
Why wait? Stay still?
As it’s in nature’s suppression
that we all now kill.