YEARNING FOR SPRING
Here we are
stranded in the snow
in the middle
of winter freezing
our bollocks
off. I yearn for spring,
for the warm
new sun and new green leaves.
It seems I am
destined to remain here
forever but in
my mind spring arrives
in a blast of
colour
and winter is
a distant aching memory.
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