It hovered just above freezing last night. Maybe that is a sign of spring.
When I stop to consider, it seems as though I will never again feel the sun on my bare arms. It’s as though
has always been winter.
Summer is so distant a memory, I am uncertain it is a memory at all. Maybe it’s something I read about , something I experienced in my imagination.
Come spring, come spring is a chant in the background of these days.