The air smells fresh
Mud cold and grass damp
The sky looks sun bright,
Woolen warm like bathed in a lamp
The fields are crocus colourful
The clouds are chick fluffy,
Feather soft and lamb pale
In a time of calender long,
Where the air is water cool
And the world daffodil deceased
The change of the Easter song
YOU ARE READING
the good, the bad and maybe poems? + Quotes
Poetrycollection of poems that I have written. including the good, bad and poems that might not be poems.🤷🏽♀️
