Marching by
with the cadence of tired Winter
are gentle
afternoons
lingering
with
warm tea,
a swaying hammock,
and a new notebook.
© Reneé Marie
3/19/17
Sounds very appealing! Hope you get to swing in your hammock this weekend. And write...?
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A refined poetic imagination, Renee. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.