Spring’s not green here, but for now, the melting will do.
And though some might consider the in-between a muddy mess, littered, mushy,
I’ll compare it to Oreo pie, confettied, since it means that green exists,
in steps of fear
and today is the 3 month mark,
June is closer than I ever thought possible,
haven’t I always lived here?
Haven’t I always lived here, or is time just not as linear as I thought?