Blue sky
But breath becomes steam in the cold midday air
No leaves on the trees
But the promise of spring gives off hope
Green grass sprouts
From underneath melting snow
And the flowers wait anxiously
For their turn to grow
The warmth of the sun will be upon us soon
It's usually warmest in the afternoon
And spring will surely be on its way
But until then
In limbo we stay
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
