Spring Wind

Spring Wind

Old pine tree seems the only one
excited by the first warm wind

Empty-handed, the others barely nod
at his hundred foot tall child’s soul

Who remembers the world with no flowers
no leaves no bees who knows

What was and knows what’s coming

8 thoughts on “Spring Wind

      1. Ron

        You are most welcome, my good friend! Thank you for all the pleasure your poetry brings our way.

        Ron

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