Primavera
Fowls in the treetops singsonging their lines
Lively squirrels climbing and racing 'cross vines
Where the rainy days and sunny days seem to align
In the moments where winter no longer confines.
Ah, yes, February's bleakness begins to decline
We stroll in the warm air, and can't quite define
The peace, the content, of this God's great design.
Primavera... oh finally, the sun's started to shine.
Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2018
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