She Smiles (in the Breezes)

In early Spring, there blows
a cold breeze still,
And sings, the birds
on leafless trees, their song.
The season’s scent,
in moss only, resides.
So still, the lily-
of-the-valley hides.

But we’re getting
better everyday.

Our legs are getting
stronger as we walk
And hearts are getting
warmer as we talk.
Add sweet vanilla
ice-cream in the sun:
All signs that winter
fades against its will.

Author: thefragrancewriter

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