The Greener Grass

Denial

Denial

When the seasons change and autumn passes,

My head can’t bear the shift

So I can’t help but miss all of my grasses,

I crave and I yearn to see them again,

But I forget what’s to come,

and sit like a hen.

First it was little and white,

telling me it was alright,

It kept me sane,

but I ceased to rack my brain.

they piled on down,

they lined the roofs of my loved ones,

they covered the town,

these little white flakes were no use for my rake.

The blizzard continued,

being ignorant and crude.

I had no idea how the snow would pile,

me being in denial.

I had to dig myself out,

or wait for spring,

to bring me new sprouts.

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