As Spring Approaches

I will banish all thoughts of rebirth for now.
The river is back within its banks. The weather
Is warmer. The calendar claims that it's spring,
But I won't get ahead of myself. The winter
Chill of isolation, blowing through the window
Frames, remains. She still is far away, and can't
Come any nearer soon. This part of the planet
Has started to toss. It won't be long until it wakes,
But my dead spirit's motionless. It senses
No rebirth.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-25 at 20:48

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