putting off until . tomorrow actually . might be the best thing
examining clouds . already passed won’t predict . weather that’s coming
when we close our eyes . the flowers do not reveal . their days are waning
flooding the sidewalk . with their petals, spring flowers . make one final stand
in three empty chairs . stories shared might still linger . in the morning air
overnight thunder . rolled through just distant enough . to romanticize
as the lilacs bloom . cool spring breezes are fading . into summer heat
flowers burst each spring . but winter makes us forget . so it’s a surprise
as spring discovers . the trees patiently waiting . they begin their dance
a snow-filled chaos . focuses thoughts and actions . mindful of each step
uptown jack 