Today,
I stood in a breeze
Slightly fragrant
With gardenias
And watched trees,
Tall oaks
All wizened with age
March steadily
Ahead of summer shadows.
Daffodils trumpeted
Yellow songs
While Butterflies
Fluttered in a crimson waltz
And the sparrows
Flew south,
Whistling in the wind
As they went.
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