Just a Touch of Spring

An early spring morning in Las Vegas

Wind caresses the limbs of olive and oak,
Combs the hair of grass and weeds,
Ruffles the flight feathers of birds,
The sun has crossed the vernal equinox
And winter has departed
Leaving behind
A chill on the morning air,
Which dissipates
With just a touch of spring.

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Form: Free Verse