by:
Thomas M. Burgess March '08 Getting to be spring again,
my heart has been ready
Forced closed for a season
Breaking out, the sooner the better
Still, there is a bit of snow
When the shadows get longer,
it still gets very cold
Inside, feelings too hurtful,
Needing a place where the snow can’t find me
Looking at it all,
never finding a practical thought
Trying to create a warmth
Never seeming to get out in front of it
