Chilly Day

Chilly Day

I was walking on a chilly day,
Dreading the spring that was coming in,
Why did springs come anyway?
Bringing thoughts of things that once had been.
And so I paused to think of times to come,
Thought it might change my mind’s direction,
Springs never seemed to come alone,
But always brought stale thoughts to my affection.
I wondered why I never picked the dreary winters,
As the time my mind would stop to brood.
In my mind there seemed to be a splinter,
Turning spring-times into secret moods.
For all the things that come to me to ponder
As spring finds it’s way into these chilly days,
Stay stored within my brain up yonder,
And only pick the spring to come and play.
It crossed my mind that I was only guessing,
Since it was a chilly day and spring was only near,
Maybe this time spring would bring a blessing,
Spring might even come alone this year.

~

© DiAnne Ebejer

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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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2 Responses to Chilly Day

  1. Really love this DiAnne. I know what you mean. I dread/love Spring too. There is so much expected. But better that than to expect absolutely nothing.

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  2. Thank you so much…it is a mixed bag isn’t it? I love spring, yet I smell memories in the air, some good, some bad…such is life!

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