The Unpacked Suitcases
O loving, tender spring,
full of growing things,
Why is there winter in your eyes?
Your quick visit has hurried
your slow, fermenting graces ----
Everywhere, far and wide
blinding snow!
blowing endless white!
No more your balmy breeze
to lead me outside!
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