The Edge of Winter
It's the edge of winter.
Veering into a new time,
of fresh flowers and sunny afternoons.
The city is cold.
It's a combination of wet cement and muddy snow.
But like all of life,
We have to roll with it.
Go with the flow of the pain-staking breeze.
Just because the streets are covered in mud,
Doesn't mean I can't have fun.