a sort of contentment

Vincent Van Gogh, in the Bois de Boulogne, 1886.
Winter has ended, we endured.
Time is a blanket, and that can be nice,
but a blanket isn't always wanted.
Early spring can feel like waking up
after a long and restful sleep.
The morning light has a sort of contentment,
and the coffee seems wonderful.
James Lee Jobe
"I'd like to point out to people the di…
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