Cold white flecks, a shade
between snow and rain, render
my hair a damp, black mass.
Frail flowers shroud their faces
while trees sigh in silver light.
Rain cleans the road,
washing away the shimmering,
slick stench of gasoline,
but this sharp sleet only brings a chill.
I feel the wind trace along my cheeks,
numbing my skin, drying my mouth,
filling my eyes with tears,
and I say to myself, "How strange --
today is the first day of spring."
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