Friday, 2 September 2016

Another one sentence poem

September 1.

Winter has muttered goodbye,
kind of slunk away

because Spring has come
bursting in through the door,
face full of sunshine,
arms filled with flowers,
pulling back curtains,
throwing open windows,
dancing and singing all through the house

but if you listen carefully
you can still hear old Winter grumbling away
about how he is coming back.

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