A spring breeze came wafting down the street.
The dogwoods were in bloom.
I felt the sun's gentle heat
As I stepped out of my room.
I stepped out not the front door,
Nor down the hall.
But went straight out the window;
Onto the roof I crawled.
Other people sit on park benches
Or upon seats with lots of space.
But my springtime solitude
Drew me to this hard-to-reach place.
In the mornings I sit there quietly
Listening to the birds twittering.
But the evenings are just as beautiful
With the late sun a'glittering.
But I can't go up there today
Not even perhaps tomorrow.
Because the rain will not stay away
Keeping away the sun's warm glow.
Sincerely,
Ann
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