Puellae in Fabula

Spring has taken all
the coat of sleepiness on the tortoise face
the gray
hardened snow blocking entrance to the rabbit's hole,
our simple breath also snatched
by shoving pollen down our throat.

Our cheer turned brittle, 
the past - all roses although it wasn't. 
The bright dark eyes wide open 
used to gazing curiously at things 
taking everything in, and their naïve 
and playful love and spite 
of simple days when one was cross 
turned to tired survival.

Only loss does remain.

Featured picture:

Picasso, P. (1904), Woman with a crow, Toledo museum of art