The sun peaks out and the snow has melted
already water in the gutter, tricking me
into believing there may be an early spring
even though I know it is too soon to
think of that. Despising the cold,
and drifting away into a winter melancholy.
I wait for time to pass, and warmth to return.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina