April’s Chilling Kisses.

Oh, teasing winter muse,
I thought you were asleep—
yet once again you leave your traces of chill.

You hide each newly awakened flower
beneath your icy sighs.
Have you forgotten spring has begun,
or is this your final show of strength,
simply because you can?

My inner child is puzzled—
I longed to play in tickling grass,
yet snowflakes now tickle my soul instead.

My winter sleep lies restless;
I packed away the warm blanket long ago.

Still, I welcome you—
if only for a fleeting second of your serenity,
a final, cool, chilling kiss from your lips. ❄️

TsL. 26
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