A whiff of Spring’s
A
lovely thing
And
oh, such joy
It
seems to bring!
A
sunny bench
Helps
to unclench
The stress and sadness
I can’t quench.
It
will not last;
Tonight
a blast
Of
frigid air
Will
come on fast.
But
that small whiff
Reminds
me if
I
wait, there’ll soon
Be
blooms to sniff.
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