I Must Wait For The Storm…


I know I ought to carry on
waiting for the thunderclouds to arrive,
that may shroud the entire stretch of the sky
from horizon to horizon.
Behind the cruelest Winter ever seen,
a time of colors promised by the Queen
of months has duly come and gone.
The growth has been abundant and alike
for both the consummate weeds and real life;
now to uproot the weeds I must wait for the storm…

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