The coldness of winter. Bleak. Barren. Lifeless.
I am dormant.
Like the trees. Like the grass. Like the frogs.
Alive but not living.
Waiting.
Biding my time.
Breathing shallowly.
Hoping.
That the troubled waters will pass.
Praying that I can survive.
Until the sun shines on my face again.
And I will smile once more.
This poem is more than just about the season, it’s about how we endure during times of great anguish.
Stories from my breezeway 
Lovely Elaine ~ I love your writing and now I love your poetry! Sandy
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I love this!!
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On Fri, Jan 21, 2022 at 10:38 AM Stories from my breezeway wrote:
> Elaine Maly posted: ” The coldness of winter. Bleak. Barren. Lifeless. > I am dormant. Like the trees. Like the grass. Like the frogs. Alive > but not living. Waiting. Biding my time. Breathing sha” >
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I love this Elaine and can totally relate to all of it. Long live summer and the sun shining on us
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Simply and thoughtful. Beautiful.
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Spot on! That is just how I feel
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