I look forward
to spring.
I look backwards
to run.
I close my eyes
when walking
and try to guess
what I bump into.
I look sideways
standing,
waiting for
the bus.
I look up at the stars
in the winter sky,
and I look forward
to
spring.
I look forward
to spring.
I look backwards
to run.
I close my eyes
when walking
and try to guess
what I bump into.
I look sideways
standing,
waiting for
the bus.
I look up at the stars
in the winter sky,
and I look forward
to
spring.
The sun sets early
in wintertime anxious to
flee from the cold night
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.