Spring Wind

My bare feet are

caressed by the

soft wind of spring.

My hair,

wound loosely in a

messy ponytail, does not mind.

My denim

Old Navy shorts are glad to have been

resurrected out of my drawer. I said

goodbye for now to my winter coat.

The noise of the cars on the highway

does not match the

sound of the spring breeze

preparing to bring

warmer weather,

birds,

flowers, and

baseball games.





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