the waves of spring

autumn leaves fall blissfully as the trees make way for march to come and go,

unaware of the chilling wind that brews and the rumbling clouds that are bound to spew.

this concrete box keeps the cold breath of fall sealed away,

along with the piercing thoughts of spring that silently rest at bay.

winter’s snow is nothing but a cool breeze waiting for august to come and go,

desperate mourning for warmth and sunlight as the clouds grow darker in spite.

this old jacket keeps the unknown tucked beneath the seams,

whilst frostbitten memories bare teeth sharper than the thorns of spring.

spring’s weeping jacarandas dive for the pavement pleading for november to come and go,

peering through the ghosts of clouds; a scorching glare burns out.

this unfamiliar blanket keeps the frigid night tangled in its web,

as the summer’s tide flows and ebbs, the rockpools wish to reveal.

this bloomless season, a beholding turmoil, forever laying in eternal spring.

Written by Char.

I’m a queer artist with a love for photography, zine making, and writing. I hope this piece speaks to you, in all ways imaginable.

I’m on instagram as @viswrl.