The First Breath of Spring
The first breath of spring
Fragrant and fresh
A welcome thing
One days where winter's cold hand
Grasps the heart
In a dead, somber grip
Inhales with joy this herald
Of growing things
Of walks in the park
With family and friends
Enjoy this moment
Ever so brief though it be
When you can feel it
Cool, damp soil
Clear blue skies
Dappled with white
Savour the first breath of spring.
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