night strolls towards day
crawling inch by slow inch
until amaranth blooms
across the black
because not even the dark
plays for keeps
love propels us to the moonlight
but we are icarus when the sun rises
we shake the embers
wash off the soot
until only the smell of ashes still lingers
and we revolve
another turn around the sun
winter stumbles into spring
summer slips into autumn
these trees are tired of changing
between a series of misplaced seasons
and so am i
so.am.i.
nothing lasts forever
but maybe we are better
because of it
– ashley jane