Chilled Late Spring

A chilled wind blows
Across late spring
Remembrance of demoralizing winter
Not long past
And futures storms
Ready to strike through overcast skies
With a frigid rain
With a bitter wind
Outside ventures
Hesitant trepidation
Fears of being caught
Out in natures wrath
Without clunky gear
Left at home
Travel light
Travel fast
Before mother strikes
Vengeful wrath
For transgressions gone past
Forgotten about
By the mortal soul
Never let go
By those spirits
Seeping through
The ground
The trees
The sky
Striking back
Emboldened by mothers conviction
Her wrath
Their weapon

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