Missing Spring

Sometimes I feel as though I want to be Monet
Or I want to live in a Monet painting
Water Lilies
Sitting by the edge of this lake
With a cool breeze drawing
The sparkling waves toward me
The feeling
Of the sun shining on my face
I feel at peace
For a fleeting moment
Listening to the birds
Trilling their good mornings
Fish splashing, jumping,
My dog smiles
The only thing missing
Are the smells of the blossoms and Jonquils
The scents of Spring elude me

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