Winter End

You can smell the wind, feel the thaw advance, excitement, dancing with gusts of spring air, lifts dreary hearts from winters arrogance, with bristling beauty for all to share. Pure refreshing odors cling to the rain, stimulating arousing emotions holding raw energy in hearty rein, guiding nature's thundering vibrations. All uniformed buds are bursting to sprout, as moisture silences crunchy hard snow. Small brooks of fresh water spawn native trout; leaves of all sizes appear on the bough. Green color patches grow up through the white, bellows of steam drift off black murky swamps. Fog bank masses limit vision at night, roll over attacking dark highway ramps.