Sonnet
for Spring
No two snowflakes as
they say,
A maxim that draws me awed
To autumn’s window, first
thaw
Long, grim bitter months
away,
Worn thin by Valentines
Day,
Swallowed up in winters
maw,
Mother Nature’s brutal law,
Iron mounds that won’t
give way
Until late May or June. Fat
Drops of rain fall all
the same,
Singing as one, braiding
wee
Brooks into rushing
streams that
Bear winter away in
shame
To drown itself in the
sea.
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