It's around this time of year

It's around this time of year
that the dust gathers itself
and starts its not-so-silent march
back into the memories of the people that so diligently
laid those little bunnies to rest

It's around this time of year
that the shades of pink that break
through the gray of the horizon, seem so
precious, so rare
people are grateful for their trying

It's around this time of year
that the ability to keep up one's appearances -
leg hair, face care routine, hair washing, smile words and smile faces -
hits the snooze, again, and grumbles about
needing more time

This time of year is when we get it;

It is around this time of year that we waste it.