Clouds drift across a blue winters sky.
Wind blows, snow falls the solstice has passed.
The crocus sheds the bonds of silence
and breaks through the chains of ice.
The suns rays are reflected in frozen droplets.
Steam rises from the saturated ground.
The breath of Spring is close.
Golden rays of sun, shine down
across a winter rainbow.
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Lovely poem John, beautiful imagery!