The morning sun
Called my name
The warmth
Of its rays
Offering healing
As I sat
Quietly outside
An old friend
Kept me company
Its words of wisdom
Read more clearly
Than ever before
Thanks to piercing
Streams of sunlight
Perched on the fence
A robin offered
His friendly hello
Before gathering
Much-needed supplies
For a new home
In the neighbor’s tree
Undeniably, a
Lovely invitation
To make the most
Of this day
Of this gift…but
That was yesterday
Today is covered in gray
No sitting outside
No warmth on my face
No watching my feathered friend
Yet, with eyes closed
The memory warms
My heart-After all,
It was only yesterday
Piano Girl 
Still (late April) winter here in the Northeast Kingdom…
https://rlavalette.wordpress.com/2020/04/22/spring-schming/
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“If you don’t like the weather in Oklahoma, wait a minute and it’ll change.” Will Rogers
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Your weather sounds very similar to Geelong.. perfect one day, unpleasant the next….. your poem is definitely perfect……💙🌏
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Thank you. ☺️
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And the weather shifts, then shifts again.
We sit in the sunshine when it is offered.
Thank you for sharing your poem with me today.
Take care,
Ali
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