Member Poem

Lithe,

aromatic,
lightness of touch.
new breeze upon
stale air affronts.
my soul waits
for moments like these.
roam within winsome sapling
you fragrant gentle wind -
bringing relief to aged
countenance.
take me back
to days gone passed
when spring meant
the eve of longer days
and winter died
in enthusiasm
of laughter and endless
romps in sultry days.

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