I cannot wait for spring flowers. <br />The invitations have begun to Spring. <br /> <br />I used to think I loved spring flowers <br />until they got this year so beautiful and pleasure, <br /> <br />the whole world away at the, <br />sunk in sweet and nice. <br /> <br />Goodbye, winter: <br />you were supposed to love us <br /> <br />from spring but everyone just slumped <br />into you, happy sacks <br /> <br />Pulling the shade down on an evening <br />Of a few too many rich things. <br /> <br />Well, I will have another. <br />I'll have spring. The spring of flowers <br /> <br />For no reason, of shivering rooftops, <br />scuffed shoes, scarves with cigarette holes. <br /> <br />I'll warm your shed. <br />I'll snort your mulling spices. <br /> <br />I'll stay too late; I'll go on a wine run, <br />I'll do anything <br /> <br />To stay in your dimly lit rooms <br />Scrubbed clean of their entire spring flower.<br /><br />Natasa Tocuc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-flowers-10/
