The Bitter Cold (Draft 0)

Primrose

I do love the Spring so much
so welcome after the bitter cold of Winter

so nice the warm breeze
and the joy of the Sun once again, but

her primroses have taken over
and I’m thinking don’t overwhelm
her little bushes that I’ve planted
in honor of her who has died
and of whom I seldom speak, because

love and death is complicated
and tears are not for everything

it’s just a portion of agony
that wonders why
such fate has come to me

and i always wonder why
she couldn’t have danced with me
like I would have known all the story too

and there’d be magic in a couple’s sorrow
even if there’d be a pack for death.

— Douglas Gilbert

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