Tempest,
flash and thunder...
Rain, instead of snow.
Oh how your hold has slipped...
Greens,
buds of new...
Life, rising and growing.
Winter's power fades as Father sun grows strong once more...
Songs,
of birds greeting morn...
Signs of joy and life.
Snap, and broken is the back of she who is cold...
Raging,
sun and ice...
Sister Spring smiles.
As Winter stomps her feet for the last few times...
Turning,
nature's wheel of Life...
And the ice begins to melt.
The tulips show them selves and Winter hides her face at last...
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