On sadness, cruelty and spring

I just noticed that the hellebore is budding
It’s been too cruel, too cold to walk slowly enough
To peer at what hints there might be
Of spring’s reconstruction.

And besides, another cruel boy with a gun
Has murdered peers, another hive of cold men
And women have sent thoughts and prayers.

How much we ignore for too cold,
As we walk slowly, muttering that
It’s just too hard to save ourselves
From ourselves.

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