March Winter
Snow, pure and white
crystals brilliant in the morning light.
Wind, sharp and bitter cold
howling soft then loud like old stories told.
Earth, quiet and still
stationary holds upon the frosty chill.
Spring, just around the corner
temperature warm weathered mourners.
Silent, subtle whispers in the mind
breathe upon separating lines inclined.
Seasonal, changes the onslaught of time
bracing the march of winters prime.
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