I know its still Winter, but these are the gray months that beg my mind wander back to the comfort of knowing Spring will come again. I don’t really know how many more Springs the world has left. It’s all so complicated and teetering on death, isn’t it? We take so much for granted, we kill, and destroy, and maim and use up…as though there is no other fate left us, no generations in our wake that have to live in the wake of our destruction… How ridiculous and short-sighted humans are. We absolutely deserve everything Nature throws at us.

Spring Beneath

The shudder of new leaves
arriving to a world 
in its heyday of destruction 
is such bitter sweetness

Life, searching to be, 
striving to find its balance
even when we've already tipped the scales
too far
    for hope

I mourn these spring petals
littering the ground,
beauty fallen to lifeless concrete
and wonder, 
what she ever did
   to deserve us.