Winters Leaving Poem by Matthew Holloway

Watching from the window
Winters slow passing
Days growing slowly brighter
And birds returning
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Soon spring shall be sown
Leaves and buds will appear
The flowers and colours
A pallet of new seasons
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Still for now grey skies stand
Beyond the barren tree branches
The view from my window
Remains untouched for now
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My heart and my head remain here
In a winters encampment
Set beneath grey skies
And the encroaching evening
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There is little beauty or romance
Little colour or life
But for the winters picture
There is nothing changing
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The poetry like my soul
May ring a somber tune
Not all is bright nor beautiful
But all is true