A poem.. I think

Spring

Jade grass grows in my soul.

I can taste it's freshness.

The sun hugs the clouds,

Protecting me from my

Loving Enemy.

The weather permits vibrant days,

Bright futures:

Radiant months and vivid hearts.

No more blankets of snow smacking

Streets with their bitter,

cold-blooded hands,

Or years of tears from

Clouds, crooks, or clowns who

Laugh while they commit atrocious acts.

Furious wind whislte,

Force me to face the reality

Of this cruel storm and city

So I can embrace you

at last.