Spring winds blow briskly
leaving
remnants
of ice
and snowflakes strewn
upon the
frozen ground.
The
thoughts of old man winter
still
permanent our souls,
never
wanting to leave
fearing
his loss will be missed.
We now rejoice in his defeat,
those
icebound for months,
now
regale in a higher sun
thawing
the earth.
Fare
thee well old man
a winter
of our discontent,
for
brighter, more sun shiny
days are
ahead of us.
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