Saturday 20 March 2021

Interval

Pastel skies
And pairs of birds
The Sun appears sometimes,
Soft like ballerina steps - 
Previews of the scenes to come.
But the cold still lingers
Fingers are curled into cardigan sleeves.
The interval isn't over
Yet.


Copyright LJ 2021.


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