Nordic April
A sigh as unseen wings, flew
thro the room, a mild breeze,
a flutter; sign, perhaps that
he has been here too long,
Go home? No one left, only
cold head-stones in a land
that has long winters; but
he can still remember April.
When nature jubilantly sings,
free of winter’s shackles as
fields greens, bird nests and
night is forever expelled.
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