When it will be spring

see flowers on my window
Cold winds whipping about
Soon I think
Wolves will begin to howl
When will it be spring?

Frozen days
When nature stands statue still
Cold hands, cold feet, cold heart
When will it be spring?

Haven’t heard a bird sing
The sun shines through a frozen haze
Sad days, cold days
When will it be spring?

poem by Jaya Ghosh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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