Summer knocks
with thunderous raps,
flashing eyes,
her hot breath steaming
Spring's clear windows.
"Let me in!"
She bellows,
rattles the latch,
but gentle Spring
whispers only,
"Not yet,
not yet,
not yet."
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I never think of summer being insistent and powerful, but I guess she can be, when temperatures rise and the trees and flowers burgeon so rapidly.
ReplyDelete...I love summer, but I hate to see spring pass.
ReplyDeleteSpring is right, summer will wait a little longer.
ReplyDeleteFriday hug, Andreja!
You captured it! Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteOh my! You nailed it!
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