Looking out of the bus window
I was blind
The whiteness of the snow
Had caused it.
Last night's showers
Had dampened the earth
The greenness of the grass
Had diappeared
Thinking of the last
Long winter months
Walking backwards
On sleet covered roads
This morning's snow
Had coloured the streets
The coldness of the wind
Had frosted my bones
Getting under the blankets
To get rid of the chill
Looking out of the bedroom window
I gave up hope
Feeling of nostalgia
Set deep within my heart
Spring will not arrive
Until after a week or two.
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