These are the cruelest of days
when first light and warmth descends
spring winds usher wet breath
into our stale and dusty warren
To greet the still slumbering spirit
reluctant to yet face the sun
skeptic cells intuit
this will not last
These are the cruelest of days
when first light and warmth descends
spring winds usher wet breath
into our stale and dusty warren
To greet the still slumbering spirit
reluctant to yet face the sun
skeptic cells intuit
this will not last
