Spring
Lemon blossoms
drift through my door
The sunlight is tangy
on these muted walls
Drift through my door
Let’s talk about you
in those muted halls
how the City swallowed you up
Let’s talk about you
How you had to move off, for a while
how the City swallowed you up
how the wind was cruel
Why’d you move off, for a while?
The chill refused to leave your bones
The wind was cruel
and left only bare branches
While the chill refused to leave your bones
the buds returned
and cleft bare branches
ignoring my shadows
The buds return
The sunlight is tangy
Spurn my shadows
with lemon blossoms
Thomas Vogt is an aspiring poet, photographer, and city planner in Sacramento, California. He enjoys capturing the ‘every day’ through a pen, a lens, or behind a mug at your local coffee shop. His work has been published in Quibble Lit, Radar Poetry, Burngingword Journal, Rocksalt Journal, and others.
