Author: Cheri Paris Edwards
•4:40 AM
a request, please.

spring boy don't come this way.
bellowing loud like a gusty wind
that rattles flimsy apartment windows.
got no interest in a roaring march cub,
shaking the glass with rumbling promises--
to sweep in courageous and powerful, only to
dissipate when the first warm front comes
along. gone with barely a whimper.
waiting for a seasoned breeze,
blowing calm and confident,
flinging aside autumn’s drear,
warm enough to melt winter’s

© Cheri Paris Edwards 2009
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