Mild February (Aesthetic)

Mild February (Aesthetic)

Today was a mild day for so late in February.
Spring sang early with a windy tributary,
which played away the cold decay of December.
There was a green-leaf applause for all to remember:

All the red-breasted robins chirping wildly,
in hopes of calling new love blindly.
And all of the dogs who's lonely, friendly barking
echo into the falling curtain of night.

And in my house seat I preside
by the window open wide
as the distant rushing wind
and bellowing train blend
into a calming sort of static.

Watching a street corner with vague intent,
hoping to witness nothing at present,
cool air gently plays with my hair
and the brightness of my cigarette.

It's bitter odor filling my mind
a brief moment just before
another breeze slips inside,
bringing with it a
refreshing smell of petrichor.