Heated Exchanges

The day blew in wide open

With me soaking up the irony

Of an incongruous Spring Sun;

Caught in the flap of mighty gales

Of Disdain...

I cower in diversions worried wrinke;

Springs enlightened opening still surveys...

Far ahead of a Summer of more discontent?

Where, perhaps, scorching days

Will still have their own ways...?

But avoiding the sullen of malevolent? ;

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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