First Breath of Spring


the balmy touch of your wispy fingers
leaves the surface of my skin cold
but my heart beats warm for thought
of fog and a city shrouded and old

the first breath of spring comes early
though but a taste of things to come
and come too soon to be trusted surely
still i smile to see the summers sun
— 1/15/10 – 48


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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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