we rush from house to car
and from car to house,
and then wrap our selves
blankets and sweaters,
and stare out our windows
looking for the sun.
The clouds drift over us,
dropping their tiny white gifts,
created in the sky.
I see the buds on the trees
are getting bigger,
ready for the warmth of spring,
just waiting for the sun.
But it's cold...
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