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Returning to a short sleep,
I served for another year.
My sister awakens warmth,
I am not without a heart.
She knows I often take time,
so slow to let the North go.
Before sleep, we often talk,
I do get carried away.
My sister knows it is time,
before sleep, a naughty smile.
She and I are creative,
we produce a sun shower.
Returning to dreams and sleep,
see you soon, my sister Spring.
cherry scents from bright red lips
fill
his coffee head with sweet thoughts.
cold winds calmly move about,
as
spring decides it’s time to let go.
coral dresses leave his heart lost
and
ready for whatever the day holds.
chocolate leg whiffs taste so good,
as
he takes this spring breath of the day.
You roll in the grass; too much Spring.
Spatula dancing in the kitchen to a musical sugar high.
Living inside became your thang; love the life of a hip hermit.
A green smell from next door, vibing in an imaginary taxi, rich and dramatic.
You wake up flat in the backyard.
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.
Encased within winter,
between the green hills
and
the blanket grey sky
you hear a faint whisper.
You hear a whisper
from spring,
a spring
cool
against
the skin.
Mustering courage,
you brace for the blossoming
hayfever sneezing.
A springtime feeling.
Green grass growing,
mellow sunshine,
& blooming flowers.
A Monet in motion.
Crickets make music,
birds chat & gossip,
& random cats stalk.
A cup of tea afternoon.
Gathering your thoughts,
staring at the backyard,
& smelling fresh cut grass.
A Monet in motion.
Crickets make music,
birds chat & gossip,
& random cats stalk.
A cup of tea afternoon.
Gathering your thoughts,
staring at the backyard,
& smelling fresh cut grass.
Springtime in Autumn.
Buds bloom, and flowers blossom
confused by the warmth.
An owl watches and ponders,
a pause to see the flowers.
Spring is on the wind, flowers begin to bloom, and the day is new.
Walking to remember the Winter you cannot forget, walking to shed some of the much-loved Winter calories.
Passing by a new neighbour, the dog greets you with a smile and the neighbour a snarl.
Overcome by Anthomania,
Springtime vibes on the warming breeze.
Early buds will soon bloom,
Wintertime comes to the Southern lands.
C & K 