Springtime
The beast of winter
crept off after Spring's first week.
Sun now strokes my cheek.
I can almost hear a bleat.
March will go out like a lamb.
An oldie revised for
Rick Parise' One Tanka- Old Or New - See Title Requirement Poetry Contest
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