Fleeting springtime

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Speckles of green against the dreary greyness herald the arrival of spring,

A weight taken from your shoulders as you walk down the street in a light jacket,

Planning to give your trusty woollen winter shield a cleansing before it hibernates.

Then, at the corner before the metro entrance, you see a single blossom on a tree,

It sneers at you with its unabashedly exotic fleshy petals and heady scent,

Destroying your sentimental daydreaming of gentle spring days in temperate climes.

Instead, it’s a brutal harbinger of the sweaty days and nights that are to come,

Mosquito bites, incessant cricket chirps drilling into your brain,

Sheltering from the heat instead of the cold,

In a country where the spring and autumn last as long

As the single half of a luscious sweet strawberry adorning your slice of bland sponge cake.

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