Not quite spring yet,
in my mind; far too
much snow upon
the frozen ground,
and the five degrees
and hesitant birdsong
not enough to melt
the accumulated
deep, dirty snows of
the long dark months,
the long dark years
laying heavy upon
slumbering existence.
01.04.2024
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