Warm weather bluffed the coming of Spring
Cold winter rejected the season’s brief fling.
Azaleas shivered under black lightning.
Yellow jonquils fought off their floral fading.
Today the gray clouds carried a day of foreboding.
Tomorrow I pray for one thing, the sunshine.
Same as everyone.
I want warm.
A POEM BY PETER NOLAN SMITH
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