Festive Waves
Fresh radishes and lettuce, garden to table
Splashing in the pool in an 85-degrees sun.
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But not here, no, not here.
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Whirling winds and rainy cold frosty mornings
With pensive posts of “Worst spring ever.”
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Let’s laugh though, knowing, spring’s mischief
Cannot last, spring itself wants to be free with
Freewheeling fun on fabulous festive waves.
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Spring heals the human heart, for spring and
The human heart are friends and spirits akin.
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So, who is to blame for the shared misery of
worrying weather and wayward wind?
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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.
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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
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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
