Quiet pause today
Beneath ground Spring slowly stirs.
Winter sighs relief.
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Spring is almost here! Your poem says that so well 🙂
Thanks, Christy. 🙂
Beautiful! I love winter’s sigh of relief and can’t wait for spring.
Thanks. It’s just about here. 🙂