Breath of Spring

I held my breath to protest the gloom of winter's frosted sprawl. There, the eloquence of nature was surveiled as it flourished. It became more than just a vested visit camouflaged among The trees. Spring had lastly met winter's boasting at the gates of ultimate Frosted glory. No more everlasting punishing winds freezing pains And flagrant frozen flurries favored at the forefront of winter's Cool arrogant accusations. Nature bought and brought the best of spring thirsty and bursting Onto the scene with peacock feathers and much fanfare. There, The awaited train. The arrival caused heaven's screams. It's Survival meant more to dream. Spring was everything. The gates were thawed, the sprawl ignored all were invited to the Ball. Finally, a grin as winter has set. It's WRATH has passed. Spring bloomed and new was BEAU. I exhaled