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Winter's End
A robin's song is heard nearby, so faint and sweet is the sound. Showing now it’s winter’s end. For the baby birds will flap their wings and cry to their mothers. The wild mare will gallop to her secret place and lay in the green fields again to bring a new life to her band. A snow leopard creeps along the craggy mountains a white owl flies silently back to her den. But on the breeze a change is felt, Blowing now on past. Showing forth a hint of thaw, upon this winter cast. Every day the sun does shine with just a bit more heat. The air seems just a bit fresher, with every breath more sweet. Green needles sprouting A rebellion taking place Against snowy ground Winter's end comes with soggy streets and green saplings of young love and renewed friendships. Immigrant season, empty hands looking for work, finding promise in pockets of dust, bringing back the birds, competitive as pretty sisters bickering in birdsong, speaking of seeds. Spring, wetting itself, wipes muddy feet at the door then passes through without notice. As the sun warms the sidewalks, The sandy beach and our soul. Green sprouts everywhere, in a brightness of different shades. Gone are red cheeks, cold icy lips, Layered clothing and frosty fingertips. +++ January 18, 2015 Form : Free Verse (Epic)
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