Poetry

Warmth (#1374)

The returning warmth of the sun,
Not enough though for outside fun,
Yet enough to take the bite from the wind,
Warmth and chill intermittently blend,
Spring weather isn’t here just yet,
But Mother Nature is getting set,
The winter is packing its bags,
But its lingering touch still nags,
Sooner than later, spring will arrive,
And the green of spring will come alive,
Until then we’ll venture out when the warmth is there,
And we’ll stay inside when the cold is too much to bear.

Any Thoughts?

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