Shadows Shorten
Winter has its dull days
when the weather turns itself off,
but then there are the bone-cracking gales
and the few bright days
when the sun runs across the snow.
Slowly long hours will shuffle out of their daydreams,
Soon, goose-grey skies will learn to fly again.
With any luck, tell-tale breezes
will flirt with summer skirts,
and I may be there to witness
my own revival.?
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