Spring
In winter's nigh,t filled with freezing cold.
Coldness, gradually descends into the past
Awaiting the arrival of spring.
With fruits, hanging heavily
Ripe, clinging from the vines.
The mornings dew, still clings
Awakening mother nature
From it's winters bed of rest .
For the bounty will be shared by all.
It's recipes, mixed and blended together.
This new season, awakens, from it's slumber.
So quickly did she wake,
And dressed herself with fine greenery.
And all the shades of summer that touched her
Bring forth new growth,
In the warm summers breeze.
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