On a red bench in the cold
The glass exterior of the stop
Prevents the harsh winds
Grey skies bring gloomy days
Snow on the ground
Bare branches look dreary
Tired of wintry days
Waiting for spring to come
For grass and flowers to burst
Trees to be filled with life and leaves
To feel renewed along with blue skies
The anticipation of spring
Cannot come soon enough!
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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