Mid-Winter blues

“Now is the winter of our discontent”
William Shakespeare
mid winter

My mid-winter blues,
spilled in wispy hues.
Trees have fallen bare,
winds are unaware.
In simmering twilight,
swallows have taken flight.
Misty morns are veiled
with warm breath exhaled.
I call spring from slumber,
tired of winter’s plunder.
My discontent abates,
when sunshine resonates.

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