Agonotheta

Spring

February 27, 2004

As this frost thaws with the first rays of sun, my soul revives with the forethought of that which is to come. I shed this wintry garment along with its hopelessness and despair and welcome your brightness on my sun-thirsty skin.

I long for warmer days whose temperance fills my mind and soul with thoughts of her. So here I lie, unabashed, unashamed. Primed to be set ablaze with your mark to announce my state.