(Photo Courtesy of ots.org.il)

Photo Courtesy of ots.org.il


January 20, 2016

With each and every dying December

The snow falls and fades beneath my feet

Faintly though, every winter I remember

Where past and future somehow gladly meet

The snow will melt and wash to a pale gray

The flowers will bloom and meet the Sun

Closer and closer now with each and every day

I have been waiting for spring, no doubt it will be fun

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