April morning feels
more like October, a chill
in the air before
the sun, but anything is
better than our winter.
Days upon days of
cold blasts that not even the
oldest of the old
had seen in their lifetimes,
our city bundled up in
layers and layers
of clothing, hoping this spell
would break and break soon.
It finally did and now
we can enjoy what spring brings.
2 comments:
Spring inspires such uplifting poetry. I'm so pleased to discard the heavy coats of winter, see color out my windows and enjoy coffee in the freshest air. Lovely poem. :)
Spring is a blessing especially after the ordeal of a winter
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