Spring

2026-02-28

Sollioquy of a spring walk

The geese sleep while their offspring skate silly across the stream sleet. +++
Water slowly seeping through the slits that the sun has slashed.
"See the signs!" The children squack, "See how the swamp stews!"
signifying that spring is speeding to be sprung.
"Screeching sounds are sometimes splended" I snicker mid-stride.

So soon then, am I sought out. Chickens cluck profusely on spring days
swearing scornfully about the snow that remains un-sweated.
"So what!" I scathe, spiteful of the stupid songbirds' sodden stigma.
Secretly they spook me.

Sightly is the scene! I swoon, swaying to my sightline, almost stepping in shit.
Before me swaths of green start speckled across the scratchy surface, itching to stretch free.
Sweet sounds solicit, waiting for permission to shout.
Allowed, I listen whilst breathing in the soft scents.

For a moment I forget that I am sick.

...

Stars shine brighter on spring nights, sparkling seductively.
No long obscured, no longer squeezed out by the skys inhabitants.
I see them seething! How could they not spread their splendor!
They are little showoffs sometimes.

I sleepily struggle to maintain thought secretion.
Showers tend to send surface dwellers to stillness-
summoning me to spend time with my subconsious.
I sucumb.