This season spoils with orchestral splendor
Spreading, opulently, past blazing stars
Cloud beams in irrepresible render
And a raindrops falling, from the sky jars
A crying ladybird, groans tearfully
Hope, determinedly, in delightful twists
Quailing with blackened, amusing fury
As winter-end, cavorts, in chilly mists
At the point, when cool is gone, evermore
Awaken me, with cries of feathered friends
And the skies, do not dimmer, anymore
When the warm twist blows, toward me, ascends
© daniel miltz
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