Cloud filtered sun
and a stiff little breeze
belies the warm promise
of mid sixty degrees
so I don a light sweatshirt to
sit on my balcony coffee in hand
in the quiet of the morning with
no one about I gaze at near
tree buds soon to burst out
I dream of the summer, of
warm days to come and
spring flowers ready to
bloom in the gardens
all over our town
but the clouds cool the
sunbeams, the wind
has its way while
I slip back inside
to finish my day
JoMae
4/11/23