Spring Allure
It has warmed to seventy degrees,
I lounge in a field of white daisies;
Composing fresh prose in solitude
longer days create a brighter mood;
The rain leaves dew drops on petals,
a seasonal smile blooms and settles;
Dramatic downpour soaks my hair
it sticks to my face without a care;
Grim grey meets a thunderous glow,
light refracts now a stormy rainbow;
Jovial this sky will always nurture,
that is the essence of Spring allure.
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