Smelling Spring

Marieke Schreuder,

On my bicycle I fight to wake up
from last night’s nightmares
A soft breeze touches my skin,
tickles my nose
and then straight through
a curtain of morning tears,
I can smell Spring
I can smell all the good of us

©RoseGirl2021

Published by Marieke Schreuder

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