the weather
has been unkind
with it's grey
hand slinging
ice and snow.
giving you
a whip of wind
across your bow,
the trees laid
bare and brown.
you shiver
and cringe
as the temperature
drops into
the teens. you
have no room
in your life for
this sort of
behavior. not
anymore, your
bones want warmth
and spring,
a smile of sun,
anything green.
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