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Contemplating Snow on the First Day of March

The falling snow is lovely some place else! I will dance in the snow like an old woman finding her second childhood. The snow flakes are as big and heavy as half-dollars moments before turning into raindrops. Schizophrenic clouds can't decide weather to drop snow or cry rain. warm wind snow angels fly away The first day of spring seems as far away as you.

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Date: 3/1/2024 5:38:00 PM
I saw the predictions for the mountains out there. 140 mile and hour winds and five inches of snow per hour. Wow
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Chetta Achara
Date: 3/1/2024 5:52:00 PM
Happily, I live in a less volatile area. My brother lives in the foothills of the Cascade range and he always has feet of snow this time of year
Date: 3/1/2024 2:49:00 PM
Loved 'schizophrenic clouds....perfect! The last line added a hint of melancholy to your poem. Thanks for sharing your musings on the 1st day of spring.
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Date: 3/1/2024 4:36:00 PM
Schizophrenic can describe the weather here in the Pacific Northwest.

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