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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Bare of snow and ice we were In the winter’s dwindling days And we marked upon the calendar The season’s changing phase Eager things poked up their heads To test the springtime air Some colour in the flowerbeds To grace a fairy’s hair But the sun, it paled, as iron dull And windy came the cold And liveliness was in a lull In the garden’s chilly mold Bereft of cheery focuses We sat within the grey The cruelty of coaxed crocuses The frost had done away Diamond rain upon us now It froze to every tree Power wires were weighted down In the darkness we would be The wind at last abated fast But the dullness and the cold Recalled our bones to winters past And jeered at summer’s gold Once more there came upon our door A storm of last betrayal ‘Twas April’s cruelest paramour ‘Twould upon our hearts prevail. Today, a brightness lit my room Awaking me from slumber Gone were clouds of sullen gloom And there were birds without a number The layer cake of ice and snow That covered all the land Was giving way, as water flowed Down drains choked up with sand The sadness of the icicle As it lost its winter weight ‘Twas dripping on the bicycle Forgotten by the gate And me, I felt a little thrill And the windows I would open And though there’s still a little chill The winter’s spell is broken.
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