seasons change
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As the warm morning sun seduced me, lured me up and up out of my protective winter haven, I reached for the sky when a crisp biting wind penetrated deep into my roots, I thought that I would surely wither up and die. Shall I just curl up?
the clouds float slowly by
wispy, fluffy white
the grass prickles at the skin
the wind teases the hair
rays of sunshine lazing by
the whispering of locust wings
scents of summer floating through
