The remnants of winter lie
Melting away
Littering the roads, rivers
Even the optimistic sky.
Up from the last days of winter
Springing
To the cloudy skies
Buds emerge
Promising renewed life.
Living
Because of melting remnants
Winter’s last gasp
Her dying cries.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
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