The winter has us in its grip
Can't wait to hear icicles drip.
Though pine trees glisten diamond-like
My mind drifts to a nature hike.
There are banks of snow piled high
I look around and deeply sigh.
I know that Spring is on its way
It won't be long before the day
I hear the song of early dawn
welcoming robins to the lawn.
I'll throw the curtains open wide
feeling the warmth of the sun's pride.
Draw in the arousing incense
and feel the peace of present tense.
Go ahead and sing for me, Spring!
Wishing you would give up some bling.
But for now how long will it last,
I ask, with storms in the forecast.
Hunker down and hold family close
is my plan for another dose.
Cabin fever or winter blues,
despite the name, it offers clues.
It's time for rejuvenation
and lift-up illumination.
Winter's been giving a good run.
Who’s with me when I say…..I’m done?!
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