Little Surprises
May is mild and colorful,
dilly landscapes invite
for a stroll amid trees;
greet the sonorous robins
and the gentle butterflies.
There's no quitter place
than a forest towards dusk
as flashes of light die out
and young leaves lose sheer,
all flowers seem unhappy.
I'm unhappier than they are
leaving all these wonders
that captivate and thrill;
I look around curiously
and find little surprises.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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