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THE TEMPERATURE STARTS RISING,
SO TOO DOES NOW THE SUN,
MELTING WINTERS BLANKET,
THE RIVERS WILL NOW RUN.
SOFTENED SOIL,
BY THE MELT,
DRINK UP ALL IT CAN,
FEEDING MOTHER EARTH.
WHAT ONCE WAS WHITE,
SNOW SO DEEP,
NOW COLORED EARTH IS SEEN.
MELTING SLOWLY,
GENTLY...
IN THE MIDDAY SUN,
SOON THE SNOWS WILL DISAPPEAR,
ANOTHER SEASON DONE.
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WINTER MELT
WINTER MELT
