A new month begins,
Yet the gray clouds remain,
A perpetual stain,
On once bright sunny days.
Mr. Groundhog,
Will you keep your shadow away?
Give some flicker of hope today?
I am ready for a change.
No more lazy excuses,
No more cold sunless skies,
Motivation buried beneath lies,
A burden too heavy to lift.
Mr. Groundhog,
Will you bring something lighter?
A spark to inspire this tired writer?
There must be a way.
Paint the landscape with color,
Trade the grim for the pleasant,
Make these doubts effervescent,
Floating upwards into the air.
Mr. Groundhog,
Won't you summon the spring?
Don't you wish to hear the birds sing?
The world was built to awaken such creation.
About the Creator
Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
Instagram: @alyssa.n.mussowrites
My website! https://www.alyssamusso.com/
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