Winter hasn’t yet gone
It is desperate and stubborn
And it is hovering on
It gulps all colors
to make snow so white
It sheds the leaves on trees
to paint nature sad and dry
I am not against winter
It has its deciduous charm
cold, barren and abstract
I await spring to come, in reality
Tulips burst into colors
Faunas will breathe in dew
Robins nest on bushes
And floras will flourish in hue
I gaze through the window
And view spring blur
It sings and dances
at a distance on spurs
My backyard, plants
and shrubs I need to clean
to nourish the aura
for spring to thrive and seed
So I gesture winter to leave.
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Beautiful melody of nature and all it's seasons described so picturesquely in brilliant imagery. Thank you for this wonderful picture you have etched in my mind. RoseAnn