SPRING
SPRING
Imagined days of the warmer kind
As Spring glances nervously behind
Echoes of frost still haunt each day
As Spring glances nervously behind
Sensing winter’s cold icy fingers
As Spring glances nervously behind
Winter’s reluctance to surrender
As Spring glances nervously behind
Winter now slowly shuffles away
As Spring glances nervously behind
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2024
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