Impromptu
the sun
is deceiving so
is my breathing
i died inside
and outside
the sun
though blindingly
shining now
high noon
shares no
warmth
thirteen degrees
the days are
getting longer
along with
my shadow
the forecast
foreshadowing
a longer winter then
entering
a song singing
spring
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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