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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

False Hope

I hear the birds sing
An April song
As they watch white mountains
on the gardens
Slowly become
 powdered sugar-coated pancakes

I open my eyes
And spring toward the window

And then I remember...

It's January.

And once again
I'm frozen.


5 comments:

  1. Ah....my kinda dream! ❤️

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  2. It is never good to wish your life away, but if you are so inclined, this is a step in the right direction.

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  3. That's when "dancing with vodka" would be a great help! Keep the spirit warm and help embrace the cold. I believe Spring is my favorite time of year. Everything seems to come back to life. Nice poem! I'm glad I stumbled my way to your blog. Chris

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