Friday, April 13, 2018

Springtime Poem

Out of the reach, not hardly the breach of snow has fallen forever, upon the Spring would be warmer, not above freezing their own toes and fingertips completely, Minnesota weather was getting weird weirder, not even weirdest part of the month in April, where's the flowers to be grown and rebirth, the grass has been greener, same as trees too, we don't need any blizzard storms coming through, winter has done in less a month ago suddenly and heavenly, where is the sun came up during the day to be sanitized, all the benches and picnic tables nice and dry enough to be sit and sat on forever, this is the end of snowfall, Spring showers can drip away by nightfall gracefully, sometimes by day also, especially in the afternoon sprinkle of showers can washed away, when the Springtime to shine perfectly and smoother than ever, find the love in the mix, find the extreme moment there in the deep

Written by
Michael James Brindley
4-13-18 

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