Needles sting the face
Red nose and cold ears.
Piquant tastes the foggy morn.
Of smoke and dew-damp grass.
Sun struggles and straggles to keep
pace with swaddled Schoolkids.
Sniffles spare the snug.
Noons are friendly,frolicksome.
Dogs are drunk on sun.
Buds unfurl,cats curl.
Birdy guests have a slugfest.
Lazy,fat Sun has begun its trundle
A quick roll down and Curtains.
Taste of tea lingers longer.
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