the long winter
continues.
the cold air sweeps
across
the plains.
we look up into
the indigo sky
and wonder when the next
season
will turn.
when will the frost
die,
when will the trees
fill up
once more with green.
we rub our hands
together
and stand by the fire.
what is there to do,
but wait
and have patience.
tomorrow, or the next
day, maybe,
love will arrive.
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