Midwinter sun breaks through the nimbus cloud
And steals away the January chill,
Though soon enough I’m sure the weather will
Avenge the thaw, returning with a rowdy
Blast of snow and ice; I care not for
The cold; I’m not an arctic bear or fox
That thrives in such conditions, taking walks
Along a glacial path or icy shore.
I live for spring! I know this fading melt
Is just a taste of warmer days to come
And know the buds will not burst forth for some
Time; yet their stirring life is almost felt:
And though this phantom spring is just a tease,
I’ll celebrate it briefly, if you please.
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