Like a caterpillar changing into a butterfly
I saw the final weeks of winter
Shed its cocoon
In undulating movements
Winters shell slowly and almost invisibly
Fell away into a metamorphosis of beauty
I watched as spring tested its wings
Emerging and spreading
Into greens, blues, yellows and reds
While inside the little town of Woodstock
People began to appear with smiling eyes
Sniffing at the cool clean air
And the once smoky chimneys
That fought so bravely against winter’s cold
One by one by one… fell fast asleep
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