CB (1946 / Tennessee)

A New Season

She calls at my door;
wants to know
what I’m sitting here for
when the sun and soft breezes
are trying to tease me
away from winter's doldroms.
But I can’t take the chance
much beyond winsome glance,
'til my work is complete.
Then I’ll gladly take a seat
there in the fresh
beckoning air;
when all I have to lose
is these indoor blues
to the ever playful,
captivating beauty of Spring.

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