Lavender Snow

Spring, morning days still tempted by a frosty nature

Sentinel clouds bring a whim where one is a drop and the other, a flake

 

Settling scores is old among the Seasons

Winter, Summer, Spring, Fall

Random in placement so many feel the same.

 

Today, along the walk, to bend, pluck, squish, and savor

the smell of the Levender stalk.

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