Blue
The snow falls again,
Ice pulls at the glass,
The skies have turned angry,
Summer sunshine long past,
Hardly a sliver of sky,
A patchwork of gray consuming it whole,
And I fend off daydreams about you,
Stuck in February,
Hoping,
Praying,
Longing,
For the blue....
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