Spring

Spring [1]

I woke up this morning and went outside

With a jacket buttoned against the wind.

I felt Sun’s warmth upon my face

As Spring danced around me,

With flowers in her hair.

This afternoon I stood on Mount Baker

 With all his mighty beauty,

I waded in some flowing water,

And the Sun was warm.

Now walking in the noise of silent trees;

I feel the cold and I’ll try to be without her

Till She returns.

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[1]  Surfing through my closet I found a book of poetry that I created just of 40 years ago. I'll publish some more over the next month