I heard the birds sing
outside my window
taunted back by the early thaw
But the wind blows now
and the snow and ice
and biting chill of life
are back
I can hear it in their voices
and in my own
I had sworn off winter cloaks
promised myself a lighter load
And this second time around
I see it all
the now
the then
I mourn for the birds
and I realize
I can weather this storm
one last round
before the spring


















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And, ironically I woke at 3am and had my own 'now and then' music:
waking at 3 a.m.
:+)
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just when I was gettin' over you
just when I was gettin' through
another night without missing you
Jackson Browne
I liked this poem...all about the beauty and the ugliness of March...it won't be too long 'til we are complaining about the heat...
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Lovely poem!