Last Chance For Winter

Dark water yields to sun

Gray sky gives way to blue

Yet the temp is still cold

What are we here to do?


It matters not your landscape

Bare of trees and flowers

Find the old season’s bounty

As the new spreads in the hours


Look outside the windows

See the squirrels scamper away

See the birds in fluffed up feathers

They each in their work today


We sit at our desks and dream

Amongst emails and spreadsheets

Hunger for pie and freedom

Until our toil is made complete


We gaze at the cut blossoms

And whisper greatly for spring

Yet the wind snaps and crunches

Winter’s last blessing, it brings



© 2018 Valerie Hathaway

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