a sudden cold front
leaves the sparrows
in state of confusion
an arctic intrusion
erases tropical delusion
until a fool sits
alone beset by illusion

my soul howls
through the wind chimes
a cacophony performed
in d spair
sharp enough
to carve furrows
flat enough
to smother hope

happiness
has the same shelf life
as avocados
unless you remain
ever vigilant
the moment passes
leaving spoiled regret
rather than a
nutrient rich harvest
from heart healthy
to septic in a flash
with no one
but yourself to blame