weather fickle, and full of lies
just when I thought the cold would go
with thunder and lightning, down comes snow
I pull my collar up to my chin
my jacket now is much too thin
gloves are lost, my hands cold
mother nature is much too bold
where is spring, with grass so green
nothing is ever how it seems
frozen now, my heart sinks
others tell me how to think
decisions rest on icy roads
I'm not driving, this I know
where will summer find my heart?
in the light or in this dark
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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