Cold Early Spring Breeze
In the cold early spring breeze, there are whispers of new beginnings
The crow caws in it’s mystical way as the hawks circle above
Cars fly by with those lost, with dead minds and blind eyes
The cold spring breeze and it’s whispered secrets seems just for me
As I stroll this dawn morning path alone. Embracing the stinging cold
Life is too be lived in the outdoors, not hiding from life glued to TV screens
the seasons in each of their own ways invigorates the very soul
embrace them all and listen close to the secrets they speak in whispers
my thoughts as I stroll along, in wonder at this early spring dawn
with revigorated by it’s cold morning breeze
BY Marcellus Wilinski
Copyright © Marcellus Wilinski | Year Posted 2022
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