The wind blows a bitter chill,
down my spine.
The snow has piled above my hear,
so I can barely see where i am going.
The ice and the sky have blended into one
and news that travels my way is like all of those combined.
An aching heart,
painful decisions,
not enough information
and that that does come is some what distorted.
In all of this, the dark,
the cold,
the heartache and indecision,
I...
I think of spring.
3 comments:
I think of spring too.
You certainly have a way with words. I, too, think of spring. Yearn actually. You have become quite the poet since I have started reading you. xoxoxo
Good to see you looking for spring
in the midst of cold...we all need to.
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