I've not struck a chill in my head
yet dander's now likely to spread
once grazings start tickling
I grasp I'll be sneezing
the Spring drafts me feel I turn dead!
the ending three moons were frowning.
with dull grey skies always mounting
but pacing the green place
she views creation’s grace
The blooms have begun their glowing
the truth on the concern will stay this
following winter, fresh spring is bliss
and musings flirtation
will stall on occasion
of snatching an innocent smooth kiss
Written:March 09, 2022
Tall Tales 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser