Bleak February Skies

Although, I can almost hear
spring whispering to me on the wind,
It is still winter.

Although, I want to believe
joy is just around the corner,
it alludes me.

Although, I want to believe the people
(and there are many)
I have manged to alienate,
in an attempt to deal
with my very personal pain,
will find me again...

I fear it is just me
and this bleak lonely world.

I wait for the promise of Spring...

~me

"Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle ... a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. And the anticipation nurtures our dream."

- Barbara Winkler