I was as a Flower, when it blooms,
Tender white, a sapling light
Upon green branches.
I was sweet (yet Hardy), enticing
And curling with an April
Spray, a gentle sway -
Until the winter
Licked its lips -
The northern winds crept back
And ruined me.
Written May 1
i like this poem for many reasons. first, because winter is an awful thing BLAWHSDGHH! second, because winter licking its lips not only shows that winter is ready to pounce on/annihilate you, but that it will soon CHAP YOUR LIPS FOR MONTHS!, requiring you to lick them constantly/apply chapstick incessantly. well done. haha
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