Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Morning memories haunt
As the cold rain falls
On the metal bucket
Outside my window

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Winters last call
Beckoning me to
Give in to its grey skies

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Like teardrops they fall
I pull the covers tighter
And long for Spring

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