Auburn In the Wind
Leaves on a Japanese Maple
dance auburn in the wind
remind me of that mother
crossing Michigan Avenue
before the light changes
one hand on her buggy
the other on her little boy
wind in her auburn hair
a long pennant flaring
telling all of Chicago
it's Spring, by gosh!
it’s finally here
Donal Mahoney
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