A crows obsession

Spring has come too early like snow in October, snowdrops and daffodils in February, cold air bites my cheeks, as I watch the flowers freeze. Spring has shown its footing, lines between winter and spring are uprooting, my picture of the world and how it should be is diluting. Sore and fumbling, like a boulder I'm tumbling, breaking everything in my way, I just want the winter to stay. Winter gives me a feeling of bliss, like the way you feel when your love gives you a kiss, glittering snow and the icicles I miss. There is something to be said about the way the snow falls, lures me into a dance and out to me it calls, last year I was walking the halls- -of the asylum, where dirt becomes drugged dirt, and stripped of all my worth, like peeling a lemon and it squirts. I was kept in for a while and then put on medication, feeling the effect of segregation, but with the snow I fall into meditation. Enchanted by its glitter and glimmering, like a crows obsession with things shimmering, I was boiling in my own mind simmering. Wanting more yet can't eat, I have found my footing and found a seat, on the bus that we're on, sayonara and so long. Ending this piece with the ring of a gong.