Waiting for Spring

Waiting for Spring

Spring is a Casanova.
He seduces me with his visits.
I embrace his warmth, but
Tantalizing, with a smile he wisps away.
His dazzling grin is what keeps Frost at bay, so
It is with dismay I look outside to see
My grass is sprinkled with flurries.
I wait for the day where he will stay.
So my garden may bloom again.

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