Ode to Spring


United States
38° 54' 25.5744" N, 94° 52' 22.1124" W

Playful, tricking
Never listens to reason
Cold, distant
Causing misfortune
Warm, caring
On those rare days
Short, fleating
Missed once its gone
Long, hopeful
For life to come along
O, how sweet the blooms are
Once Spring decides to come


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