changes
there came
an hour or so
ago a temporal
hint,
and I fell
headlong
for the bait:
winter in spring
is infuriating
clinging of
frozen claws
on a satin
breeze.
© 2013 R. Burnett Baker
You are singing my song....not a song I dream to sing right now...oh dear mother nature is not being friend nice at all!
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