STARS

The winter stars pretend
They know nothing of me
Nor of the vows
Spring heard me make.

Giant balls of flaming gas!
Do you deem me too small
To be kept to my promises?
I will put my hand up
And make you vanish!

NOT PERSISTING

Afraid of seeming foolish
I rarely persisted in my folly
And so avoided wisdom.
Just as well. Who knows
If I'd have liked being wise?