Melting Snowmen
March, pelts melting snowmen with freezing rain,
while black ice coats near-impassable roads.
And driving on city streets that can't drain,
while rife with potholes; frustration explodes.
I love the feel of freshly fallen snow,
Nature's equivalent to fluffy down.
And yet, I prefer Spring, when warm winds blow,
transforming the ground to a muddy brown.
Spring's breath melts rivers once safe to walk on;
even frozen icicles can't escape.
And Winter's white duvet will soon be gone;
revealing a bleak and barren landscape.
Yet, soon the wildflowers will start to sprout,
for renewal's what Spring is all about.
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