winter rain

false hope of spring
dripping into heart and dreams
day and night darkening
blotches of yards and streets
we must endure and live the night and day
until the winter reapplies for visitor status
and, if some over-zealous customs official
doesn’t catch her on a technicality,
winter will return and sock us in
to blissful icy moonscape.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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