Spring

A windy rush of cloudy sleep

A caress of cold shadows on the mountain green

Turbulence for causing mad rain to seep

Into a grey ground earth deceptively unclean.

 

A windy rush of weather gloom

Through rainbow glow with back pure arched

The dying chance it, and seek to bloom

For bleak dust may fly from soil long parched.

 

A windy rush of stratosphere’s breath

A morning’s blasted heat and bearing down fast

Weak creatures dream of a sweeter death

This cycle fit to end dark remittances of the past.

 

A windy rush through perforated sky

Immensely swollen by myths of cloudless blue

A sneak upon all who live poorly and sigh

In pre-summer mulling over a spiteful wintry hue.

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