A Shiver

A sun-kissed day.

A light breeze moves the grass in sea waves.

The long grass resists the mower blades, as the yellow-flowered weeds lament never seeing the bees again.

A shiver reminds me that Winter wants to hold on, yet Spring is here to stay.

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