Weathering

The day is warm
and it takes me back, away
and the odd rare breath
of fresh air
away from my desk
	is freedom -

the day is hot
and it makes me think
on all I do not have, all
that is lost
in time -

when it rains
and the skies are dark
and the wind blows cold
I am glad of thick clothes
and I have
to go indoors
and watch the day rant
and rave its winter -
glad I am then
of my home
and where I am

the warm days are the hard days
of loss -
that I am old
and can't go back -

the sun shine hurts
gives me pain
forlorn, ungainly
and no more chance to prove

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