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Spring is Cold
Spring is cold in its cool pastel colors.
Today, Winter’s a fool to tread so late
past its season. Its gait freezes flowers.
Spring’s upset with the winterly arrogate.
Depression will not take hold - the sun’s out.
Reminders that March has a lion’s bite.
Pinks, whites and yellows - Spring without a doubt
is tipping his hat, new leaf growth’s forthright.
March does not pack away its clothes, not yet.
One day a gal wears shorts, and her sleeves, short.
She has her fur-lined coat close by, you bet,
and will wait for mid-Spring soak to retort.
Brr and brr-ing her sandals back, slap North Face.
Primed gal arranges dandelion light.
Better than a quilt, the zephyr’s embrace.
Parasol of oaks and maples delight.
Copyright ©
Kim Rodrigues
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