as willows bend beneath
pall of winter
doldrums and damp
snow dragging spirits,
birch flushed white
with worry - the season
is not
according to plan.
A first day of spring
and the promise of berry
sprouts in warmer
days now gone astray
as snowfall
continues its way,
blue jay's flirting put
off for another day.
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