The wind is roaring
Like an angry god. Yet soon
Kind spring will arrive,
And she will bring myriad
Wondrous things like hope,
& colour & warmth to the
Weary, withered earth.
I perceive her healing light
Glowing so softly,
Like an old, expected friend,
In the blue distance.
O she will shortly return!
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