Early April
Afternoon sun
toasty warm
basking in beams of light
a newborn wrapped in a quilt
clearest of clear blue skies
flawless brush strokes
not even a slip of a cloud...
as the sun dips toward the horizon
a cry escapes baby's lips
I can see her breath
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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