SPRING
Ripples cross the pond
Lulls the lily – gentle bob
Crash upon the shore
Pale lilac petals
Break free and tumble and toss
Sweet scent in the air
A bloated cloud floats
Straining from its heavy load
Ozone breathes on me
The snap of a bough
A shrieking blue jay takes flight
The moon glows silent
Swift brush of an arm
Harried people rushing by
Trees sway in the breeze
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