The Looking Glass

February 27, 2010
It comes every year
Reflecting spring like a mirror,
Showing the world in one color,
Blanketing it like the arms of a lover.
Brittle and brown is everything
Making you wonder "what is everything?"
Freezing until your hands can't bend.
As quickly as it came, it ends.

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