Lavender Snow
Spring, morning days still tempted by a frosty nature
Sentinel clouds bring a whim where one is a drop and the other, a flake
Settling scores is old among the Seasons
Winter, Summer, Spring, Fall
Random in placement so many feel the same.
Today, along the walk, to bend, pluck, squish, and savor
the smell of the Levender stalk.
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