Endless winter,
and the scudding grey clouds,
colour my thoughts.
Northwest winds blow
intermittent snow,
distorting my sight,
dulling the light.
Pale grey luminescence
infuses my days with drab,
and dampen creative spark.
Slowly stretching days
drag into winter night.
Hibernation envy,
and wishes of warm.
A change in the quality of light:
no longer a cold brassy glow,
a sparkle, a twinkle begins germination,
crocuses poke, as we perch,
in joyous expectation,
on the breaking crest,
the welcome verdant tide of spring.
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