Springtime
Could it really be spring?
Bright colored eggs
to match the bright blue sky.
Light winds, perfect for kite flying.
All I see are dull colored skies
that coordinate with the wet slippery roads.
Relentless winds that pull apart my trees,
could springtime really be?
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