The day blew in wide open
With me soaking up the irony
Of an incongruous Spring Sun;
Caught in the flap of mighty gales
Of Disdain...
I cower in diversions worried wrinke;
Springs enlightened opening still surveys...
Far ahead of a Summer of more discontent?
Where, perhaps, scorching days
Will still have their own ways...?
But avoiding the sullen of malevolent? ;
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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