Looking For Signs of Spring

Wind blows across the barren grass
The twigs of fall are still on the ground
And the trees seem to labour exhorbitantly to bud
this spring.
Jack O' Hare hasn't been around much
and the sky can't decide whether to be rainy
or clear.

The earth waits
it seems the whole world is waiting
is spring around the corner
or is a very dark winter
about to come from nowhere?


-A poem written by Christopher Van Helsing
Monday, April 26th 2010