Spring Afternoon. Poem by Michael Cochrane
Spring Afternoon.
The light breeze on the trees, butterflies fly across the garden.
Clouds wispy and white change shape before my eyes. You lay on the couch sleeping, peacefully.
Birds sing on the lawn and explore their world, oblivious to my presence.
The perfume of the flowers are in the air and the sunlight beams on my face.
A spring afternoon, perfect harmony with nature.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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