Sunday, January 8, 2023

361/365 - Mire

 


Well ain't that just
a metaphor
for how I feel today
The rain begins again
the wind is on the way
We're bogged down
in the muck and mire
that is January
With no break in sight
no sunshine
just varying shades of grey
But I'll keep on pedaling
through the puddles 
because I have to 
trust
that spring will come
someday

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