Springs Lie
The warmth of the sun
The smell in the air
Giving the illusion
Summers nearly here.
Spring is yet to fully
Emerge from winter’s grip,
Yet the thought of lighter evenings
Gives my heart a chance to skip.
The crackle of excitement
Of summer’s red hot night
Is tangible, I taste it,
It’s is spicy, full and bright.
But once again it’s fooled us
As the seasons often will,
The bright sunshine hoodwinks us
And we’re still in winter’s chill.
Copyright © Emma Goodridge-Hobson | Year Posted 2023
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