Grateful

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    Grateful


    Grateful

    Indoors
    the cold chill of march winds
    seep through the loose space
    of the window sills

    Dark remnants of winter
    mixes in
    with April rain
    Bringing with it
    no springtime flowers
    only residual pain

    The sunshine of May
    was less frequent
    than most of the may's that past

    June we waited for the warmth of summer
    but brought many rainstorms wrath

    No matter the month
    the season or day
    that would fall

    Darkness of winter
    was in my soul
    Grateful for the beings
    who lit the way
    bringing me to the
    very light of each new day.

    carolann

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    carolw’s Poems (21)

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