it is april and fully blossomed into spring
yet it snows here as if
it were too lazy to remember the season
today.i've grown tired
of putting on so many layers
just to stand against the cold
so strip me down like rings of bark--
would it be too much to ask once again
for you to give me one arm,
and then the other,
and hold me the way i want to be held?or would it be easier to ask the sun to stretch open the sky
and embrace me wholly like it did yesterday?
it was a summery feeling i enjoyed alone
as i watched the cherry blossoms rain down and
slough away the cold from my bare skin.today i watch the sky mingle snow and petal
and remember you through the wind;
but i don't remember the season,
when i only need you in the winter
is it truly spring?
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HUMAN PSYCHE
Poetrybecause that which makes us human is that which we think makes us less human