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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!

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt

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