Changing Seasons

Morning sun on yesterday’s melt

Starts the purge of all this snow today

The cold still wraps everything

Except the birds, with their optimistic chirping,

Who know through instinct that this winter

Is nearly exhausted

The temperatures will rise today

Creating rivers on the roads

Where frozen puddles of ice

Pooled last night

Let this sun shine as long as it can

So we can splash about

And watch steam rise from the asphalt

As winter’s persistence gives way

To spring’s uncertainty

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