Morning, Monday and March





Morning, Monday and March.
A thin layer of snow on ground
at my yard and more is said to
come. Winter has returned. It’s
a bleak day and I’m bleak too,
suffering a never ending flu.
I think of you (I always do.)
So far off as you are!

Life has split up and gone
undercover as worms, eager
they loosen up the soil, giving
the grassroots room to stretch
and grow. I wish next summer
will come with you. (And I’m
happy you wish the same!)

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