Spring

It’s the first

Day of Spring

I can hear the

Neighbours

Happily chuckling

On their verandah

I see the people in

The parks with

Their dogs and

Friends and

Picnic blankets

Drinking beer

Amongst the newly

Blossomed roses

That smell like

New beginnings

But I am sitting

Alone in my room

Still in the cold

Winter of my mind

Chain smoking

And writing

Self indulgent

Poetry, again

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