The warming sun.

The sun is at last

warming my bones again,

as the swirls of clouds

disappear over the mountains

to the east and the north of here,

now the birds are putting

on their display of color,

and bird songs fill the air

managing to drown out

the drone of the traffic

and the wonderful smells

of the Jasmine,

and the bright color of

the Watsonias and Gladiolas

bring great comfort and peace to thee soul.

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