ever spring, never winter

ever spring, never winter
the timing’s never right
the clock moves in spite
the lines we recite
with failing eyesight
fall flat and splinter

ever spring, never winter
the rivers’ bight
turns back a mite
the fowl take flight
they squawk their fright
startl’ng the squinter

ever spring, never winter
the words they bite
they thought them right
they thought them light
never mind the krait
e’er been the tempter

ever spring, never winter
the fruit, no great height
the brake, no great slight
ever putting us in plight
foolish man’s great might
evermore the tinter

ever spring, never winter
the giver bright
makes ever right
matters not his fright
he, the slither smites
crowned, though they inter


— rlbusséll   © 2016

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