Thank Heavens, the Winter That Bit Is Bygone

Thank heavens, the winter that bit is bygone. Winter frost chilled gout-ed limbs, wrinkled all crooked fingers severely knotted with revolting ink blue veins. Movements became a luxury of room heaters. Thank heavens, the winter that bit is gone ! Love and passion had gone low in profile rigid against frigid cold-heart ed winter, warmth had dulled down in tiny dots, unseen Thank heavens for the winter begone! The sober siblings,the purring cats and the bored puppies now peer slowly out of shut window panes in bright hopes of spotting long gone glowing brightness They too sigh, thank heavens, the winter that bit is gone. I can hear colors knocking at my door fragrances slowly permeating air, faintly though a warm ray of sun stroking my sleepy senses to rise and shine Thank heavens my beloved spring is here. 28.01.2013,