Long winter

Well penned my dear... I so know what you mean... it is a cold bitter April morning here... guess T.S. Eliot was right...

Thank you so much, dear LDF🌷

Although we are now in April in England, underlying chill is still out and about, I notice. I sometimes feel the same kind of think about looking back over the past 12 months - things get forgotten and I need to refresh my mind. As if part of my memory has gone into hibernation...

I'm in India and the sun is blazing hot... It feels like oven outside during the daytime... Though the nights are pleasant... But in few days  the nights will too become very hot...
This is an old poem... I'm still facing writers block... So posted it
Thanks a lot fr stopping by, dear poet... Very much appreciate you sharing your thoughts  with me🌹🌹🌹

I haven't been to India, but I did think from your profile picture that is where you are and where you are from.

:)

Go people watching and the words might come back to you after watching people do crazy stuff.    Keep on writing.

Haha.. Good idea :)
Thanks a lot, dear Francisco for your continued support😊🌷

And like every year Spring follows, and the flowers blossom, as InDreamz will too.