My poet heart is in hibernation
words sleep beneath the cold days
dream perhaps, undisturbed
when shall it reawaken?
Demand ink and pen, breath?
Darlene Moore Berg
Filed under Life
same here, sister! 🙂 Spring shall come again, and, yes, there is resurrection when slow words emerge from the frozen mire, bud and bloom!
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