Winter or Spring

You and I are living
But we live and die each day;
We wake or pass away,
Each and every hour.

Death or life,
Winter or spring:
Winter, when you leave me,
Or spring, each time
You change your mind.

I die each time
You walk away,
But when you see
The winter in me,
You race back,
Sweep me up,
And wrap me
In your arms
(Though I wish, one day,
You’d tell me why).

I live again
For just a moment,
Long enough
To delude myself
That spring has come,
Forever mine.

By: Walter Weinschenk

Walter Weinschenk is an attorney, writer and musician. Until a few years ago, he wrote short stories exclusively but now divides his time equally between poetry and prose. Walter’s writing has appeared in numerous literary publications including La Piccioletta Barca, The Normal School, Lunch Ticket, The Carolina Quarterly, The Worcester Review and others. He is the author of “The Death of Weinberg: Poems and Stories” (Kelsay Books, 2023). More of Walter’s work can be found at walterweinschenk.com.