I know it’s winter still

[milo]

Oh come on now!
How long do you want to hold
the scepter of the reasons, winter?
You’ve gotten old.
A ripened apple you’re, about to fall
But you’ve put all your might
to win this fight.
Just look at those kids,
don’t they look like caged birds?
Unable to flutter their golden wings,
under a golden sky.
Have you heard their bedtime prayers?
They want you prisoned in dungeons.
The trees are muttering too,
They miss their crowns of buds and blossoms
More than we do.
Now off you go to your slumber hole
and wake not till your turn comes next.
May you get eternal sleep
And it’s summer on the earth always.

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Well, well well.... I understood. That was not my style either.
I am open to critic comments, please feel free to comment on it.

Oh how long do you want to hold
that golden scepter. Of the reasons
like over-ripened fruit, you're old
oh how long do you want? To hold
off on your prison prayers, your cold
fight can't belay the seasons
oh how long. Do you want to hold
that golden scepter of the reasons.

hmmm . . . .

too many disconnected images methinks

milo