from winter's chill to summertime
and overnight it seemed.
from snow play to sunbathing,
as if wakened from a dream.
two feet of snow dissolving
like ice-cream in july;
french vanilla layered hills,
before our very eyes
like dorothy's wicked witch becoming
puddles on the ground!
winter withered like a crone
was nowhere to be found.
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