The winter is long and cold
With darkness and cloud that gets old
Then one day you wake up and go outside
The sky is azure blue with no cloud for the sun to hide
After months of rugging up and running in from the rain
And the first thing that was put on is a heater in our refrain
The pleasure that you get from standing in the sun
Gives you hope for Spring that has just begun.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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