A silly word or two.

Rays slant

a sunlit room

dust motes dance

a ringing tune

spring will come

summer follows

with dreamy skies

and meadow-y pillows.

Come, hold my hand

and let’s walk through

these wintry climes

of gloomy noons

with an eye

a watch or two

 for those sultry skies

and mote-y tunes.

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