Thursday, March 30, 2017


You are like the first day of spring
warm and bright until it starts raining
over the naked trees and muddy ground
damp from the melting late winter snow

You are the fine line between cringe and comfort,
between the cold and warmth, end and beginning

          You are the angel of cold decay and warm hope.

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