The silence that once spread
in the deepest of winter, is ever so often
broken.
Hear the robin's hope
now, unfurling faintly on a frozen breeze.
What I love about Spring Snows
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Melts the sun
With her ferocity– stripped away,
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We call it: “catastrophe,” as if — it is different.
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Yes, it is not ours —
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