the arctic god looks down on me
from behind the cold hard sun
we are three weeks from the nearest warmth
with three more weeks of winter to come
industrial smoke usually hidden by the wind
now hangs like an angry work of art
the morning train prepares to leave your frozen station
but i must wait for spring to start


i am sleeping less in the winter now
i never noticed before
i am living off the passion of my past lovers
in my sex where they are stored
there has got to be a reason i knew you
there has to be a reason we are apart
i swear one day when i thaw i will find it
but i must wait for spring to start


springtime alone in my living room
sunlight crawling on the walls
i have been in this chair for what seems like years
past summer into fall
but nothing i feel now is real
i am slightly chilled in my heart
i gather my blankets in my winters
and i wait for spring to start

Good words Poeticwolf

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Very nice and welcome to the site

thank you for the warm welcome.

Really nice poem & Welcome to JSH!

Very nice ,Hope you enjoy it here

Welcome to the site of friendship. Nothing warms the heart like a great
poem and friends to share with.


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And your heart will find warmth again...nice poem! Welcome to
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