First, there's a tepid breeze;
the air loses its nip,
and the icicles drip.
Then, green leaves top the trees,
rivers and lakes unfreeze;
and Spring slips Winter's grip.
Daffodils start to sprout,
poking up through the snow.
Winter's about to go;
of that, there's little doubt.
Soon, tulips will pop out,
and butterflies will show.
I look forward to Spring,
and the warmth it will bring....
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