~
When the cold winter passes,
you will see me,
casting shadows across
the snowdrops
littering the forest floor;
when March brings breezes,
you can find me,
throwing dreams into
the ether,
spreading them
far and wide,
and hoping some of them
find their way back;
the harsh times are
almost gone,
and the passing seasons
are screaming
somewhere in my mind,
yet I will always
pay attention,
watching the world
pass me by.
©️ j.sexton