Transcendental Sonnet #1348:
Outside My Window

It is late now and the only thing
Left for me to do is yield to spring
Nothing I have done before has been
Successful no one knows what I mean
If anyone still listens at all
To me since I went into freefall

Depressed people are not welcome near
Those who have it better whether here
There or for that matter anywhere

Spring is blooming outside my window
I smell the desert when the winds blow
And it reminds me of better times
Spring I yield to you and brighter rhymes
Sweet spring light my days today and always

+Steven Curtis Lance



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