Because it seems this year that spring is taking forever to get here, a poem from April 10, 2004:
Eventual Spring
That day you dreamed
when January's hollow heart
pounded all around you,
hoplessness mingled with cruel,
capricious flurries and a bite
of darkness long before cocktails
could be gracefully excused,
arrived today wrapped in gleaming
yellow light and soft wind,
warm as shallow breaths
on cotton pillows.
©2004 L.A. Smith.
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