Winter's Sight
I wake up one March morning to a world of wintry white
As winters tight grip and springs promise behold my site.
Green buds poking through white on flora that will be
purple, red and white to present a sweet aromatic smell
like the snowflakes that spiraled in rhythm to nature’s chiming bell.
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