Friday, April 6, 2012

Rest assured, green follows gray.

Gray rain clouds;
Bookends to my soul.
Gray to gray,
Fog to fog,
The intimate moment
When I and my surroundings
Become one and the same.
Where is the crisp life-ness of Autumn?
Or the clarity of Spring?
My seasonal heart lies dormant,
Waiting to be awakened
Once again.

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