Flutter

flutter

it went by.

I hear a chime sing in an off-key melody
whistling to the wind that bears
a scent, the scent

of spring

ready to live with joyous cry
that is not alive, but ALIVE

as I race amongst the awakened
who still lay quiet
unbroken by the mist,

a mist that curdles
in defiant surrender
to remain so still;

and so you too are alive
without being ALIVE

flutter

it went by.

-Ryhan Hassan