Brimming with vigour
The spring’s setting in
Looking in puddles
No clue what you mean
See the reflection
Of my pretty face
Roiling with tension
To get a response
It’s started drizzling
The rap of small drops
Drumming thoughts into
My big woolly bonce
When something dawns on
Me in the pitch dark
No longer dormant
The buds of mind are
No need to question
It’s perfectly clear
Sun beams are blazing
And tickling my skin
I’m wide awake and
Besotted at once
Sniffing the fragrance
Of our future months
Dear spring, beg you
To linger at least
For evermore, so
Please make the rain cease
Aberration
© Copyright: Рита Данилевская, 2021
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