I look back at Winter, draped in ice,
Shuddering at the memory of a long, cold day
And an even longer night.
The snow and ice chill my soul again.



I reach for the beginning of Spring,
A smile of longing for her gentle breeze,
Knowing April showers aren't far now
Bringing fresh May flowers, blossoming fair



Green replaces black and white today
And Spring, my friends, is well on her way

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