Still barron are the trees that had leaves swaying in last summer’s breeze. Spring is here but doesn’t truly show it’s face. Each day winter threatens to make one last showing while its patrons pray for the return of summer’s warmth against their skin, clearly wishing for its utter simplicity. The countdown continues.
Countdown to Summer©
Copyright 2018
By Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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