Infinite sadness
drips
drips
drips
in the late winter sun.
Longing for belonging
and
the warm weather to come.
Hoping it will bring the lightness of a feather.
and…
if only for a brief moment
the energy,
the joy to dance freely
in the soft breeze on lush green lawns.
But…
until then
this infinite sadness will
drip
drip
drip
under the late winter sun
weighing my soul down.
-Lisa Quintero
