A Springtime Cadence

Could it be, that time ago,

Ere biting wind, crisp leaves below.

Parade of hues my breath did stole,

Regale my eyes, embrace my soul.

Veneer of white, a lonely stage,

Now life suspends, I disengage.

Retreat for now, inside to rest,

Will I survive this bitter test?

Oho! I shan’t repress my glee,

My color show! The finery!

The hints I see, the clues abound,

All share one hope, ‘tis to astound.

Copyright © 2020 Kathleen Jae

Feature Image by Mabel Amber from Pixabay 

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