Wednesday, January 19, 2005

The weather teases

The weather teases
Warm air, Santa Ana breezes.
No spring smells or flowers
Yet green hills growing greener.

I want to dance in the breeze
Spin around, abandon reason.
I want to cast off the grey clouds
Still smothering me.
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