An April dream caressed my cheek
On a frigid February morning
To remind me that her sweet spring song
Would in time be coming.
I took my time to stretch my bones
And made no hurry yawning.
The gentle wet of season's lips
I left for cherishing and fawning.
I could almost smell the honey
Rain and fragrant rosebuds blooming,
But then I saw on my bleak pane
The frost of dawning glooming,
And I was awake.
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