Although the stems of daffodils
Have pushed up through the ground
And tiny buds on branches,
Here and there, can now be found…
Along the road are little mounds
Of dazzling white snow,
Perhaps from when the plow came through,
But I don’t really know.
They serve as a reminder that,
Though it indeed is spring,
We’re never sure what weather
Mother Nature might just...
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