Waking From Winter
By Brad Kelly
The sun and chirping birds have returned to wash clean the dark stain of the cynical winter. Joints still stiff from teeth-chattering cold. Pupils still dilated from low-light greyness. Mind yet unable to leave the confines of my room. But spring has come to set me free. Written April 1st, 2002 © on Mar 31 2002 11:09 PM PST 10 • 0 • 14
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