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Awaiting Spring
The Woolly Mammoth finally groaned his last
As the North Pole’s shift encased him in ice
The first to succumb to an Arctic blast
And now we humans challenge winter’s price
Beneath the snowy pasture, stems break through
Crocuses, daffodils, tulips emerge
They’re certain that spring will arrive on queue
Warm weather awaits; we are on the verge
The coming months will dapple the landscape
Kisses of lavender, yellow and red
Will find you quite soon; there is no escape
Bid farewell to those frozen days you dread
Keep focused on the magic of springtime
When sweaters are shed and the blooms surround
The chirps of spring birds have begun to chime
The glory of nature will soon abound
*For Francine’s “Winter Begone” contest
January 20, 2013
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