Saddest season

Spring has always been the saddest season full of big promises and instability knowing all will pass after summer anyway The rain The sun The shine for Heaven-sakes make up your mind Wind You make me want to blow over all your pauses and gusts whatever celestial becoming forces living beings to endure such impatient forces soon to be scorched and released the most intense beauty before the snow we all once had feared the deep sleep and yet on repeat Spring is the hardest season as another round of broken promises wears hearts thin and in conjuring up images of that eternal cup was always filled from the bottom up not top down oh such swanky ideas impeding through a stampede of bombs endlessly destroying love visions of a family Happy ever after stories only the mutually courageous can contain for the rest of faint hearts paint glasses fractured and filter the sunlight in oversized coffins called places of worship Kisses to the death Instead where that love belongs to earth and wind I whisper to you now Spring is the hardest season all the hate for what follows the months after the dandies have blown away may disappear when the collective gets what they want it runs in ruin resulting in a wish for the solidity of a bulb that blooms not once but twice not only after but during a Winter that only seems to feel like forever because we invited quite successfully Eternal Spring. * Mari Amman, Oslo, Norway, 2024 Le Lapin is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts, consider becoming a contributing subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lelapin.substack.com/subscribe