505. 3/5/16 (#497)
Write through spring
The endless blue has hidden again,
Cowered behind the grey,
Though yesterday bold,
Now shy and afraid to be seen.
American spring has gone back home,
The British clouds back,
To take control,
And remind us we are a kingdom, not states.
Laid-back afternoons are over now,
Making way for the stress of reality,
No time to close your eyes,
No time to look around,
Sit at a desk and write through the spring,
Ignore the seasons,
Sit and write what they say.