I woke this morning
unfortunately alone again,
No little heater to share my bed,
Rain falls outside and it's so cold,
who cares,
Perhaps crisp breeze with
its bird song beckoning
life to stir
will rouse me,
I should try to smile
the promise this day brings
may shy away the frown
etched upon my face,
Maybe the trees
in their gentle elegance
displaying vivid hues of green glory
as spring approaches
can lend me their peace of mind,
Perched on an outstretched limb
reaching
for the sun
whose warmth has fled,
I see the crow
watching me intently,
probably wondering when
I will feed him
again.

Christopher John Horne
©Copyright, 2004

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