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THE TREES BUDS NOW ARE BURSTING,
SPRING FLOWERS HAVE ARRIVED.
THE GROUND ONCE HARD AND FROZEN,
GIVING WAY TO THAW.
OVERCAST AND DREARY,
THE SKY..
A GRAYISH WHITE,
WINTERS GASP..
PERHAPS IT'S LAST,
THE WINTERS SNOWS STILL CALLING.
THE SNOW DOES FALL,
NO SOUND IS HEARD..
IN SILENCE...MAKES ITS WAY.
ONE LAST TIME,
THE SNOWS SOON GONE,
A NEW SEASON TO BEGIN.
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SPRINGTIME WINTER SNOW
SPRINGTIME WINTER SNOW
