Flowers at the End to A New Beginning

poem I wrote just over a year ago as new love blossomed from old pain and I faced a winter of self discovery

The scent of the dying winter flares bright in my mind, 

as I open the doors to closed hearts and closed eyes, 

a farewell to fog mud and diesel fumes, 

mingling and muddling to muddy the mind, 

a new hope for springtime flowers and blooming love, 

the sweet nihilistic longings of spring, 

flowers blossom above a fresh winter grave, 

death feeds the coming of life, 

encircling existance like a wedding ring, 

eternally, 

to die and be formed again, 

as the window we sit by weeps,

 the last icy tears of a dying season, 

I hope they dance at my funeral, 

like they danced at this one. 

By : Torrin A. Greathouse

Reviews

[David]

Strange kind of sensual sadness.Or something like that,said in a way that makes sense.It's class,"sweet nihilistic longings",that'll be in my brain for a while I'd say.