It’s like Spring is trying to make a habit of sunny days,
stringing them together to touch summer.
Even the geese are talking about it.
Will wind step in and blow them away to
bring grey days rain drizzle and snow sprinkles?
Or will Spring clock out and find the couch,
curl up with a cup of coffee and a book,
sink into the soft cushion of sunny days,
sleep through the charcoal night
forget its job to shower the flowers
let summer start early.
Nice