Fresh radishes and lettuce, garden to table
Splashing in the pool in an 85-degrees sun.
But not here, no, not here.
Whirling winds and rainy cold frosty mornings
With pensive posts of “Worst spring ever.”
Let’s laugh though, knowing, spring’s mischief
Cannot last, spring itself wants to be free with
Freewheeling fun on fabulous festive waves.
Spring heals the human heart, for spring and
The human heart are friends and spirits akin.
So, who is to blame for the shared misery of
worrying weather and wayward wind?
Wicked winter hasn’t whispered for weeks.
Mother nature naturally shrugs and winks.
It’s happened before, impatient perceptions
Making it seem “stay inside” forever will last.
But the world is tilting and soon we will be
Exploring spring rivers and lakes and streams
With sun on the water, sun on the sand
Picking chanceably activities of the day with
Soft jazzy eighth notes lighting the quietness
On warm spring patios of pizza with friends.
Categories: Art & Life, Creative Writing
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