Journal 2-7-22

This land is bare.

Bare and brown.

The death of summer happened some time ago.

Now it is winter.

Cold and blustery February.

Waiting for Saint Patrick’s bells to ring.

The longing for the lusty month of May.

Wanting to see green again.

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