More Mild Days
Warm
April
winds scatter
wicks left by winter...
snow melts revealing barren soil.
Spring
is late
awakening
impatience in me...
to kiss Lucy on lush meadows.
Voices
with sweet
whispers rise
to the dazzling clouds....
anticipating more mild days.
Copyright ( c ) 20015 by Andrew Crisci
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