Winter Thaw

A white mist rises From the dying snow Like a spirit ascending. The warm rain Washes the tired city's streets Like a cleansing baptism Presaging a new beginning

There a crocus peeps Yellow as a sunbeam, On someone's lawn.

Soon the grass, green symbol of hope, Will sprout And we shall be surrounded By flower-flaunting spring.

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