The Sorrow of Spring

poem

Photo by Rachel B. Baxter

The sorrow of Spring,
and the death it brings —

the calculating crush of uncertainty,
the chill in the wind
no golden ray can heat,
the tenuous mirage of brighter days,
the barometric pressure change.

--

--

--

A few good stories, a thousand different versions. My dreams are written in form. Author of Mother Scorpion. http://rbbaxter.com

Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.

Recommended from Medium

chopping wood

To become A Writer

generational

Theyyam Dreams

Be “Situationally Aware”

Enter Boldly with Your True Emotions

Without Failure

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Rachel B. Baxter

Rachel B. Baxter

A few good stories, a thousand different versions. My dreams are written in form. Author of Mother Scorpion. http://rbbaxter.com

More from Medium

The Blue of Distance

Boys like you

The Shore

A Relationship of 3 Days Time