when walking in the weak winter sun
jacketed as I am, the warm rays
are wondrous aren't they?
till a small cloud effaces the sun...
Early spring seeds litter the footpath
as I hunch somewhat in the shadow
But then the sun emerges and hunch straightens,
Carefully negotiating the street lest I slither.
A fall like I had a few weeks ago
witnessed by many, is somewhat unwanted
as are more 'w's.
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Posted: Aug 13
About this poem:just a stroll today in the intermittent sun. Spring is nigh.