Change

Fickle fingers flitter past
tickling each blade of grass;
whooshing up and through the trees
it whispers secrets to the leaves.
Though this day did start with frost
rays of warmth now gild the green
with light of life and energy.
A day like this
unforseen.

Reviews

[Relic]

Some days turn out to be special, exceeding our expectations. This is an enjoyable poem.