The Coming of Spring

Should I care that I need to get away
Because my life has been beating me down?
Is it a matter of where I will stay
For another night in my new home town?
I have gotten bored of these same old streets,
And need a completely different view.
When I wander down them, my heart retreats,
And longs for a Spring morning to renew.
The day of it being gloomy portends
A future of more days being inside,
But a break in the stormy clouds ends
How the weather makes depression abide.
I call for the rising of the Spring sun
To confirm my renewal has begun.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s