Spring awakens
it groans and stretches
loosening itself
from underground,
a little bit of green
a hint of sunshine
and a teasing breeze
that dances in the air.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
Spring awakens
it groans and stretches
loosening itself
from underground,
a little bit of green
a hint of sunshine
and a teasing breeze
that dances in the air.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina