Winter lingers, cold
with gnarly, unfriendly lumps;
I feel old and hunched.

Spring brings joy, rebirth;
Birds sing, leaves unfurl, buds bloom.
Coats, boots,gone: freedom.

Summer days stretch long;
Bicycles roll, grills sizzle,
sunshine makes colors dazzle.

Trees ablaze, breeze crisp.
We roll in crackling piles;
a sensory feast.

Fall / Spring / Summer / Winter

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Bonnie Prokopowicz

Oak Park, IL US

http://prokopowicz.org/

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