Spring

Rain is still here,
Casually Calm and Cool.

The bird’s wake me up every morning,
with a sweet song,
that unlike an alarm.
You just cannot get mad at.

Putting the Jazz on,
While the Sun shines,

Though my window,
Giving me thoughts of dancing
Laughing and
Drinking.

Reminding me of stories that
Have long since passed.

Perhaps new ones shall come soon.
With the first flowers
The first blades of grass
We just have to wait for them to bloom.

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