There is such a hopelessness

          About mid-winter

That constant gray and cold

                      The sense that the sun is

         Never going to come back

And that pervasive chill that

Gets into your bones,

         Wearing you down

You start to feel like you’re

                    Lost at sea

                            And searching for that

Island of the first bloom

                     Of spring

2/2014
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