In winter’s grasp

I was hopeful, with the new year
to gather new inspiration
or, if not that
at least energy…
so far, not so.
It has been a January of inaction
I am a good
(or bad)
three weeks behind
in a poetry on-line class
I could not wait to begin…
I am paralyzed by
The cold, I used to long for
blows hard and for
too many days
and weeks.
you are weeks away-
I still long for you
to awaken the sleeping Earth.

Author: Nancilynn

Poetess, memoir writing, essays about life; these are the things I write about. I also love to cook, so you'll likely find a recipe or two in this blog. I am passionate about Nature and family, so from time to time I will share pictures-with or without poetry.

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