Blood-red drops 

On ashen trees 

Soon give way 

To newborn leaves. 

All at once 

They seem to burst 

In a race 

To blossom first. 

Spring is here! 

But for how long? 

It will bow 

To Summer’s song.

Read my latest poems, “Behind a Smile” and “Momentary Butterflies.” 

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