O Wind, if Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? — Percy Bysshe Shelly
It takes just a few gray days
before I miss the sun
and long to feel that
heat on my skin. Winter
just begins and my mind
always moves forward
to spring, that glorious
season of first things —
new growth, new nestlings,
new life everywhere we look.
Winter is a sleepy spell,
sometimes dreary, sometimes
cozy, but I am so glad to live
in a place that only rests
in the gray for a short time.
I long for sunny days,
birds with cheery songs
in the mornings, the gentle
cooling of long evenings
when the sun stays up late
with us, holding along the horizon
as we, joyfully, gaze on.
—C.L. Fisher, January 2021
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