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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