The world stopped
For but a moment
In the midst of
Joy and Yuletide
Stopped spinning
On its tilted axis
Under the shine of
Sun
Drinks and gaiety
Exchanged as the
New year rang
True
But left behind
Leaving a barren
Wake
Where spring refused to bloom
Hung in each
Home
A wreath
Long into summer
Nicely penned contrast of seasons, and how the influence of one intrudes upon the other. Sad to think of spring refusing to bloom, though.
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