Not Spring For Me Poem by Paula Puddephatt
Not Spring For Me
No crocus or no daffodil
is ever fooling me.
There may be fresh leaves
upon the trees,
dancing in the fragrant breeze,
outside my window,
challenging my reality.
It's winter, still, inside my heart and mind.
Dark days and nights are here to stay,
eternally.
There will never be another
spring for me.
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