The Crisp Spring Air. Poem by David Boyce

The crisp spring air.

The daylight rises,
Its early morn,
One day is history,
And a new day born.

The crisp spring air,
Bitter to the core,
With better weather,
Now coming more.

Rain forecast less,
To your delight,
With brighter mornings,
And darker nights.

With less rainfall now,
There is always doubt,
If it gets too hot,
We may have another drought.



Written by David Boyce
06 May 2016
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