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