Out Like A Lion
There’s a silence in the storm
A faceless reflection in the bitter cold
The human condition, retreated into and away
Where is the Spring to wipe away the frost
The winter that’s covered our windows
Blinded our days?
There’s breakthrough at hand
A sliver of sunlight fighting for control
The grey and colorless, one last fall from the sky
There’s life at a distance. There’s color coming.
Hummings of our return to life
Spring is near.
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