It’s not a time for clever analysis,
of what went wrong this time.
Gloomy mornings of winter
are mostly gone now,
even as summer still sleeps,
not quite ready for her big entrance.
This is spring, and she’s still young,
so, satisfied, we might capture
bits of today’s breezy brilliance,
enlivened by the simple pleasure of it all,
grateful for this good day.
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