Imagining Spring
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1 min readJan 4, 2017
I stand and I look to the sky with glee,
Shaded by the overgrown maple tree,
The wind whistles around as I write,
Birds way up high begin their great flight,
The warm air surrounding me gives me a smile,
It’s been an awful and cold long while,
My exposed toes feel moist in the growing grass,
I’d better enjoy this weather while it lasts.