Return of Spring
I missed the smell of coming spring.
Cold and blustery
winter bone chilling wind
piercing effortlessly
armor of thick cloth.
Blue-grey hued sky
harbinger of soft snow,
blanketing vapor
ward off Sun’s warmth.
Dreary and depressing
long winter months
colorless, gloomy, dead
imprisoned in ice
Lo a small breach
in mantle above
thin golden beams
pierce shadowy despair.
Ahead bright days
life, love, and joy,
I long for perfumed hints
of spring to appear
Once naked trees
bear lime-green tints,
azalea burst forth
red, white and pink.
Bright yellow pollen
thin cover of dust
sweet scent of flowers
a pleasant surprise, tho’
I missed the smell of coming spring.
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