|
Seasons Come And Go
by Olivia Weinkeinwhat's left to say
when all we are is
forgotten.
i was always so proud
but you,
you should have
known better.
& it's winter on our
doorsteps now, & soon
after, spring
but what really
will have changed...
not a thing,
not a thing. 11/26/2010 Posted on 11/27/2010
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 11/27/10 at 03:37 AM And yet we are humans wrapped up in the moment-to-moment, and so in a way everything. Maybe it's just me, but I suffer constant whiplash from one view to the other. Love this. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/30/10 at 11:12 PM So it goes indeed. Great insight collected here. |
|
