Friday, January 27, 2012

The Spring Promise

O cold and callous winter

So wanton in thy pride

Don't you see the nascent buds

And the slowly turning tide?

White words, awake from slumber

Now flower and spread their seed

The icy walls are melting

The West wind is taking speed

O cold and callous winter

Take heed and melt thy pride

Frozen rivers begin to speak

New Spring has taken a stride

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