these days of grey have gathered about too long
diminishing my inspiration in awaken moments
and the once pristine white of early winter’s snow
now, has also turned into a dirty hue
this haze has drained my lifting spirit away when
during the warmth and bright of the sun’s ray
seemingly birds would more so joyfully ride the wind
and earthbound critters would scurry about in play
i cherish short winter’s stay as do i the Autumn colors
in all their array and always temper even the hottest
of a summer’s day but what i long for now and harken
the wonderment and nascence of a Spring day
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