Ah, first day of Spring, how dreary you are,
and how dreary I am in sympathy.
Facing forwards and travelling backwards
the abyss of reality opening, chasmwise, to me.
But a ray of light, over a the Frankenstein place,
reminds me that everything is not as it seems
that your perfume is strong, vibrant, bursting
with new life – brush away the cobwebs.
Replenishment, exhaustion, all things rise and fall,
are birthed and die, and their deaths make room
for the newness of the first day of Spring.