It is spring

It is spring, but still the fire flames in the
hearth, and ice wind burns the early leaves fresh
greened but yesterday: for dying winter
growls and roars goodbye. We hope and wish
that brighter warmer days will shortly come,
with primrose covered heath and daffodil
reflecting springtime's slowly warming sun.
Fresh grass and snowdrops grow up on the hill.
The ground shines brightly in the passing shower.
Although the brown of winter's turning green,
the naked statue drips and shivers in her bower
and double rainbows frame this windy scene.
And yet, the ever hopeful weather forecasts say,
tomorrow will turn out to be a dry and sunny day.




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