Exercise 170704

Winter’s hue is dusty now

as glimpses of Spring

breeze through on cotton puffs.

Itching skin cries, yearning

for the sun’s return now

slinking back from vacation.

The garden yawns in coloured

ways that smiles in approval

as if to say,

Hello there,

where have you been hiding?


© 2017 L. Tafa



Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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