These mid-March days are dreary and dismal. No sunshine here in Minnesota. I'm tired of winter and anxious for spring. I equate sunshine with cheerfulness. I could really use some of that right now.
A Season Almost Ended
Bloated raindrops drip from the eaves
of the house next door, crash loudly
on the cracked asphalt driveway.
Mottled oak leaves cling to scraggy branches,
holding tightly, not ready to let go.
Random patches of snow shelter the grass
and a weary grayness permeates the afternoon,
flat and used up like an old woman.
Layer by layer, winter melts away.
Marianne McNamara
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