It flows in slowly
Like a feather on the tide
Quiet, fluttering wings
Soft chirps
A flash of scarlet red
Green peaking through
Half-melted snow
Bright rainbow colors unfolding
Children venture forth
With impish laughter
Mild drip... drip
Hints of warmer breezes
Sun showers caress the face
Your soul sighs with quiet jubilance
Heralding the birth of spring
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