By David L. Barber

21st Century

There is a sadness
In the blowing, cold winter wind
Lashing the house,
Forcing us to huddle.
For warmth inside.

The bright sun illusion
Might cause us to venture
But only for a moment
Before the chill chases us
To seek comfort .

Only the trees sleep,
In this lullaby
Swaying, rocking motion,
Of wind to rest.
White blanket covering.

Sadness in waiting
For spring to burst through
The frigid rest.
And awaken new
Green, glorious and bright.

DayPoems Poem No. 2755
<a href="">Sadness by David L. Barber</a>

The DayPoems Poetry Collection,
Timothy Bovee, editor

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