Sun Sitting
Sun Sitting
At last, the winds of March slow to a lighter breeze
and the chills cool to soft sunlight warming,
rains have blown out to sea
as the grasses grow, lanky tall and green
in between hyacinths and daffodil scent the air with color
waftig in the atmosphere the lilacs breathe passioned purples
and spring slips in, unnoticed
while everyone keeps their distance
sheltered safely in place
waiting for summer sun
to burn away the winter isolation blues.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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