Comments about Jim Milks
Staring out my window on a bright spring day,
Seems even the weather knows how I feel dismay.
Dark clouds gather the cold is near.
Spring and rebirth no longer matter, I fear.
White snow is falling, gathering all in its cold embrace.
A flower hides, encased in the coldness.
There is no sunshine only sadness.
No love to be found,
Cold, dark clouds abound.