A blanket of ice
Covers the land
During winter
When this is norm
Yet this is April
only a week from March
New day of spring long gone
Only now does warmer temp’s arrive
Bringing flowers hopes, to bloom in time
May we not have another as this
For I do not want another depressive state
I should’ve known, something’s amiss
When anger nearly bested me
But I was young, blind, did not know
Yet still I curse myself
But that is all behind me
I must look forward
Time to see what spring will bring
And summer thereafter
So I leave you now
Confused and dazed
For my writing is a blur
But do not worry
Never fear
Just listen to the birds
And peace you’ll hear.

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