All's pitch.
For now.
The dreams,
The springs
Seem
Rather distant.
Winter,
You have overstayed.
Nevertheless
Your insight
I invite
To the cause of the delay
Of blossoms promised.
Perhaps the
Greenwich Meridian
Has changed its mind
And thrown
the cosmos
into chaos.
"...weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." Psalm 30:5