The warmth of early spring

Today is the first warm day of spring,

a beautiful, yet not-so-wonderful day.

Too many people around me

in a place that would be a peaceful oasis to many.

Patiently my canine companion sits,

waiting to be taken nowhere, sometime, just like me.

Again, I've failed what I should do.

Still, the warm rays of sun cannot penetrate my soul.

Again, I have no right to be a poet.

Still, it's all I can be.

MdG 18-3-2003