The Inbetween Season

inbetween
winter and spring
little buds
of soft green
are scattered
across the ice-bitten ground
small piles
of soiled snow
rest
along the curb
teetering on the edge
of melting away
green patches of grass
are sewn together
with the damp brown
of winter
on the blanket
that is the front lawn
clouds roll in
leaving the sky
a saddend grey
rain drums
on the clear windows
watering the season
of inbetween
 

EverlastingWaves

VT

16 years old

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  • Thoughts after the fair

    I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of being sick to your stomach on a fair ride. Maybe I just don’t have the iron-willed intestines that all of my friends seem to have, because I get sick from going on the teacups at a normal speed.

  • october, my love

    october,
    my love,
    it is good to see you once again.

    although it appears i have missed
    your grand entrance,
    while i left the room.

    i walked along the street to visit you,
    and looked up,
  • scratches

    skin pulled taut and tight
    burning like the light
    that seeps through cracks
    underneath the door

    from stray branches and walking
    throughout the woods, balking
    at the idea
    of no path

    water rests on skin