17/28- FSF
Oblique Strategy: Build Bridges
17- FSF (Four Seasoned Fallacy) (Five, Seven, Five)
Sun shines so brightly
Snow melts off of yards and streets
Yet winter remains
Not sad like before
Still sad, but getting better
Yet winter remains
Is it just the meds?
I'm running on empty now
Yet winter remains
Spring has sprung at last
Leaves blooming brilliantly
Songbirds sing their songs
Clear skied horizon
I should feel so content and
Yet winter remains
Traces of the cold
The battered foliage weeps
Clovers only mourn
Coloring inside
The smudged lines of town borders
Nogood neigbors here
Would it be right to
Trade a vivid white landscape
For grey hued sameness
Suffocating me
This faded metropolis
Parking garage gloom
Another free space
Lost to the clever cabby
Yes, it's just the meds
Not a Phil Connors
Or even a Joel Barish
Faux Truman maybe
Oh well, snow's melting
(again) and (again) and (ag-
Yet winter remains.