sun doesn't set as soon
birds chirp morn to noon
in the evening too
because it's still bright
outside
wind is worn to an icy sneer
yet not nearly as heartless
in uneven tones of gelid smear
are hidden currents of pleasant cheer
Trees though are naked still
of warmth there is naught nothing nil
winter marches a cruel drill
cackling spine in February chill
the weather soon shall turn
by August we'll feel the burn
now spring will be upon us
sunshine, breeze, moss and fern
seasonal cycles, is there something to learn?
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