Spring.

The sun beams have
kissed away the rain...
taking with it my pain
Daffodils are giving way
and other flowers have their say
Dogwoods are putting forth quite a display
I survey it all while I am resting
The birds are all nesting
Hummingbirds will return soon
Alas...I remember now and swoon...
casting myself back into my gloom...
A memory...like a signal of doom...
for over my shoulder...
the hideous lawn mower does loom...

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