Springing Ahead

In shades of gray and all that’s gloomy

Plumes of white billow over once fertile ground

Now frozen and sleeping

It does not feel the arctic blast

Nor hear the frightful squall

It will not wake until the spring

When the snow drifts melt into rain

(Written 12.06.2013; Edited 03.09.2014)

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