Questioning Spring

Am I the only one who doesn’t trust
Spring?
the blustery winter chilled winds
cutting in-between
layers of clothes and within
where the blue skies so fresh and inviting
entice

Winter Wonder

She blankets the tips
and softens the grip on time
blowing by muffling the harsh tones
of should and must as the low limber clouds move along
where your footsteps are loud and you can feel
your breath sink down into your throat