A Season So Mild and Fair
How does one know for sure that spring has finally arrived...
by the aromatic perfume that fills the warm air,
or by the cheerful melody of a bird not being recognized?
So why doesn't anyone step out and wander
freely on paths to meditate a season so mild and fair?
Written for Francine Roberts's contest,
" Wow Me In Five Lines"
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