Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Spat with summer

The sun shines bright,
I am gray within
The breezy world beckons
My legs immovable lead
 
The cheery chirping
While I wallow in quiet
The joyous awakening
I choose to give a miss
 
I wait in patient gloom
For the apathetic autumn  
Mirroring my own ennui
Preview to the forbidden frost.
 


"I had a lover's quarrel with the world."
- The epitaph on Robert Frost's grave.