Same Lips

The hands of spring find my weathered face
On the steps where winter left me
My eyes held firm to the grass' dance

I used to be like you, spring—
Breathing change into the air
For anyone who'd listen

But no amount of warmth now
Reaches these stubborn ears
Tuned to hear things as they are

Don't you see—
How your promises trip me
Headfirst into the dirt

How many grass-stained knees
Are you responsible for—
With enough rain to wash them clean

I used to be like you, spring—
Until I met summer, autumn, and winter
And finally understood

As much as you want to believe
You're different than the rest—
You're all kissing me with the same lips