Blue Sky in March

You were ever so fleeting 
Blossom, what is your game? 
You came and you went 
I was never the same. 

You were blasé in your greeting
You bet I’d do a runner 
So you got your prediction.

I’ll see you in summer.  

One Reply to “Blue Sky in March”

  1. How nice to have the ability to capture feelings in words… Simple, yet when you hear them…you fly with other birds!

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