The sky is painted in gray swashes of light
Today. How I long for the spring.
I gaze into the sky smiling,
The warm air caresses my cheek.
I smelled you yesterday;
A hint of what’s to come.
But how soon shall you come,
And how long must I wait?
I pretend to understand time,
My cryptic thoughts elude me.
My passions, my fears come rushing up
And I smile in sweet contentment.
The soil smells of daffodils,
The turned up lawn is full of the scent.
I gaze across time, bracing for the cold,
Looking towards the blossoms.
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