Spring's Chill
Spring's chill,
Fall's hard freeze.
Heart unfilled,
Lover can't please.
Unable to fill gap between,
Fall can't bridge to Spring.
Bitterness of alone unseen,
Hope no longer sings.
Dark seasons of soul,
Sometimes wonder if worth the cost.
Healing longs for all made whole,
All is not lost.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
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