shimon weinroth - Springtime

the Ides of March have come and gone,
spring with all its green is upon us
days are longer, nights shorter
skies and starry heavens clearer

her smile lingers longer,
I breathe more easily,
early morning dawn
fresh air and cool breeze

on wings of hope and
sunshine memories carry me aloft
to soft and billowy,
tickles the fancies, turns to love

shimon weinroth

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