Clearing My House

Clearing my house,

time for a change,

spring can’t come too soon.

As winter dwells

with an icy grip

in the hearts and minds

of human kind,

nature sleeps,

regenerates.

We change

to reassemble

the order of our existence

while all around us slumbers,

we celebrate,

degenerate,

decline,

until spring returns,

the earth’s awake,

brazen life flows

through nature’s veins.

Detached, unsprung

human kind devolve

from the nurturing chain

to dominate,

disseminate,

destroy.

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