Hopeful Trio
HOPEFUL TRIO
the first hint of spring
cannot be put into words
no special color
it is the song of the wind
softly breezing warmth and hope
hint
of spring
gentle breeze
come from somewhere
stings but warms your cheek
the northern god is tired
labored very hard this year
there is no pity in his voice
sister sun has weakened him with age
he coughs and sputters round the neighborhood
the first hint of spring
subtle change of attitude
breeze instead of wind
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2011
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