The sky breathes into my lungs
A cool sweet breath
A radiant sun hides shyly
Behind her sheer silver veils
The airplanes fly over my head
They leave long, white trails
The grass now tickles my toes,
After long days of icy repose.
And the sky breathes through my clothes
A cool sweet breath.

The trees whisper tales of winter
Of shed leaves and dry bark
The first blossom now sways in the wind
And its bittersweet aroma wafts through the air
A downy petal kisses my cheek
It’ll travel off in the breeze, who knows where
And the sky breathes into my hair
A cool sweet breath.

Julie Arnoult

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