bells

i said that winter's blooming. it looks like petals un-
folding.

& the summer ice ignored that teeth cold & the melt's begun its settle.

the volume was too low before, but now i hear winter's spring soundtrack.

you know the pretty bells that make soul lose gravity sense?

that's how this season's season rings to me.

maybe i can carry that with me & that march drawl won't bring me crashing back down.

i like this new soar.