Sunday, 26 February 2017

End of Feb.

The grey days weep
and the waters run where the paths are steep
and the waters seep when they cease to run
and the ways grow deep.
Great winds sweep
and we glimpse the sun
and sense life emerging from winter sleep
as the days grow longer
and seem to bring
a sense, quite false, that we grow stronger,
for we seize and limp
and fail to spring.

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