what comes around
days getting longer
mid-morning colder than the day before
pedestrians walking briskly
hands stuffed inside pockets
inaudible words escaping into the air
breathe baby breathe
there’s never been a better time to be alive
everyone knows it can’t be
this cold for that much longer
here take my electric flannel blanket
it’s true we both know
the rains will again return like clockwork
washing away what remains
recalling strange familiarity
perhaps starting the final fateful season
january two thousand twenty
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Winter is here in Michigan now. Now we are waiting for Spring. A wonderful poem shared.
Thank you for visiting and sharing your thoughts on this piece, John.
That’s a really good poem 🙂
Thank you very much, SweetAngel.