Sunday, March 13, 2011

Winter Writings: Day 81

Grumpy grey clouds angrily wipe away the sun
only to have a stray sunbeam, or two, peek out
from areas already thought to be subdued...
and while the clouds occasionally weep
in frustration of their work undone,
even then the sunbeams turn the tears
into the smile of a distant rainbow
and the treasure of spring hidden
just beyond the next bend.

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