Sweet Sunshine

The sweet scent of fresh-
Cut grass lingers in the air
As the storm rolls in.

Dandelions whip
Back and forth in the wind, but
Still the scent remains

Of sunny days and
Sweet green grass, of happiness
And friendship and fun.

If you liked today’s poem, there’s more where it came from! Check out Tuesday Daydreams and A Song for All Seasons for more of my poetic ramblings. Happy April!

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