in a brief moment . construction season begins . on needed shelter
as the lilacs bloom . cool spring breezes are fading . into summer heat
flowers burst each spring . but winter makes us forget . so it’s a surprise
as spring discovers . the trees patiently waiting . they begin their dance
as leaves change color . a promise is made; next spring . we’ll do it again
this deep in winter . it is hard to imagine . the summer sunshine
every april there’s a winter storm; we know feels worse than it is
cast in silhouette the last evening of winter fades without drama
we wait for spring, stuck indoors, which makes our winter memories warmer
it’s not the weather it’s the false promises made by our calendar
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