Spring must be a woman
To be so fair, ending
A stormy season with
Green, total blooms, the
Warm weather; so much
Space for you to kiss
Grass with your glad step,
And envelop with a blanket
On days so perfect
You cannot miss
That chance for fresh fruit,
Fresh food, fresh air, spare
Time for quiet luxury:
Peace, respite, recovery,
In the bonus hours
Bequeathed to you by
Frozen, fading days made
By mostly night.
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Reader's Notes
PoetryA growing collection of prose, old and new, from the teenage years: stories, passing thoughts, poetry. Mental imagery and dialogues straight from thoughts to text. Feel free to leave a comment with feedback or pointing out a small mistake somewhere...
