Hail stones from sapphire skies
and the mind tickled in fine wine
as green tips break their way through tree fingers;
soon the strawberries will be in their prime
and the river will run full-flow
the heat will beat down
and bring with it spring.
But for now watching snow curtains
and feeling hot breath evaporate into icicle air
tries even the most patient,
as winter's last kiss
freezes on the lips of windowpanes
aching for sun.
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