locked in a pattern

as the summer begins to show itself
through the impending warmth & sun of the
spring,
the cold, wintry skies dissipate (clouds breaking apart,
snow changing back to cold downpour & the wind no longer
blistering, but instead bringing relief to the sudden
swelter) &
it is much easier to see in the morning’s mirrored reflection,
the face of a being locked in a pattern
where the closing in walls of cabin fever &
the ever rising feet of snow
now hold no more relevance---
what wonder it would be to break free of the pattern
that isolation has so cruelly brought upon us,
so that now, soaked in vitamin D &
dancing the intimate ritual
that we enjoy as the flipside of the battles that somehow always arise
in july & august,
passions are able to reinvigorate themselves &
rather than stay glued to the sofa or
the computer chair,
there is that new hope within
which underneath lights a fire
so that from up we spring into the spontaneous energy of the
now,
ever knowing that all too quickly
this becomes the pattern
on which all things mundane & routine
form anew
so that the craving for a death of all the bugs &
an end to the beautiful people walking round in their skivvies
(rubbing our faces in their flawless nature), etc.,
becomes the want to break the pattern
again.