ON PAUSE FOR SPRING





Gloom is sitting on my window sill
desolation covers the shelves like dust
books are waiting to be read
paint brushes dry
 Flowers wilting
emptiness all around. 

Spring is so far away 
the wind chimes sing incessantly 
Weeping gray skies 
barren trees
Can't bear this melancholy
I want Spring to come.




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