February
Winter wears on my patience.
Dim dreary days – the grey
grinds and grates the spirit.
Sleet slushes the street.
I don’t even ask for spring.
Grant me a blizzard
or a biting freeze with inky skies,
just something
to lift the weariness
that has wormed into my mind
and paralyzes.
2/12/2018
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2018
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