If I Could
Early 1997
If I could
I would ignore the coming of spring
And pretend I could not say goodbye
To the coldness of winter.
If I could
I would be oblivious to the sweetest of songs
Serenading the roses in my garden
Adorning all of creation with poetry.
If I could
I would blind myself to all this beauty
And retreat to the safety of solitude.
But then again, I would rather not.
