the emerald shades that my eyes ever did miss
are slowly returning, the yearning of spring
fever retires—grown so tired of the
cold souls ‘guised as snow smothering
rooftops and trees and deceased leaves.
Equinox, it’s time! To enlighten our
frozen depths yet again with your icicle-
melting sunshine that everyone wishes
had no end to begin with.
© 2015 – Eva PoeteX