By Dawn M. Adams
The wind dances through the falling snow, which twinkles and shimmers
as it lay itself upon the ground –
each flake bent over like a ballerina folded and waiting for the next note to spring to life.
The bluster rattles the windows and threatens to draw us back into winter,
but the crocus and the Lenten rose stand defiantly against the onslaught.
Tomorrow the sun will melt away the snow
and the winds will subside.
Locals will go out without a coat and claim,
“Spring is here!”
written during a spring squall April 2025
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