frosted spring

frosted spring

it was a warm breeze that
fooled me into thinking
it was spring…how I
celebrated her first blush;
wild flowers dancing in
a velvet ocean of green, but
I was overcome with
fever; it was all a lie…
morning’s icy breath lingered
too long and the dazzle died

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online (Poet Kit)


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