Friday, February 19, 2021

The Snows


Snows come

the first of them joyous, 

though also a trick, well-played.  


Green now gone, wild life strays 

gray stays 


Bleak settles the bones deep 

on doleful winter faces

cheer sought, 

seemingly unattainable 


Nothing for you here, 

except all that comes with

sentience

eye on first growth

patient yearning for more and better spring 

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