Transition

Crystalline winds of the North
Engulfed, melted
In the belly of the Southern breeze
And the blanched face of Mother Earth
Gains a rosy glow
As fresh blossoms smile at the Sun,
Scattering their fair skirts over sodden ground
Carpeting it to welcome new life.
Snowdrops gaze upon the kind features
Of Lady Spring
Curtseying to Monsieur Winter
Who bows to her in sweet farewell:
“Until we meet again.”

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