NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Warm Spring

Sticky and hot, the air clings to skin

Even the warm breeze brings little relief.

Thermometers creep closer to ninety,

Yet May is still a few weeks away.

Spring flowers wilt, waiting for just a drop

But rain clouds above refuse to pop

Birds no longer sing in the heat of the day.

Life slows down in the mug of the afternoon,

While we all await a beautiful sunset.

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