april 7
- sheena rae
- Apr 7, 2020
- 1 min read
Don’t tell me it is spring
on a calendar square.
I will know it,
When I feel it.
Sun shining so bright
beyond the reflection of my skin
through the clouds in my mood,
deep into my winter soul.
I close my eyes
and can’t possibly imagine
a day as dark as winter.
The breeze sighs with relief,
we made it,
today.
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