Winter
The winter trees
So stark and empty,
All the leaves,
Have blown away.
The cloudy skies,
Threaten storms,
The winter’s cold
Is everywhere.
Why does the sun,
Hide from me?
Why do the clouds,
Take over me?
I look for the light,
It’s somewhere out there.
I wait for the sun,
To break me free.
Tracy Hinton
December 6th, 2017
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