Spring is upstaged
by the freeze and rain.
Warmth with a slight breeze
is in the back
pressed against fall and summer.
She’s frustrated at the glare
coming through winters frost,
soon the lights will be too much,
as the cold sweats
spring sees its chance and leaps in front.
The audience applauds.
March 5th, 2019
Copyright © Alexandria Heath | Year Posted 2019
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