Blossom

Day five already! Back on schedule! And so, to commemorate, a poem about not being on schedule

Blossom

A winter

that never really got started

refused to leave

said

"I don't care

what the groundhog says

I don't care

what the weatherman says

I don't care what your mother says

Your vacation plans

Ha!

Teach you to plan

when I am one

of the

variables..."

While quietly

patiently

without regard

of the desires of man

Blossom

waited

and felt the sun

and the chill

and said

"Not today"

Then

"Well, maybe a little

a taste

a tease

a tingle

anticipation"

Winter cried

"Immortal

until proven

otherwise!"

Blossom

winked

and smiled

"nothing is immortal"

The End

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