End of Mars
End of Mars
The wind that blew through
the open window
was not sweet spring air.
Hard eyed and frosty, killing
sparrows in their nest; sheep
are overcome by snow
and breakfast is cold on my plate.
It wasn’t going to promise a thaw
or an eternal spring for all.
So shiver, this is reality,
no easy ride to a summer fair.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2013
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