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NEW VERSES by Clarissa Plank On the coming of Springtime
White snow falls drifting icy wind blows small snow squalls covering the hills with snow
grey white light dappled on snow shadows always drifting so light shines down, clouds fly by across the never-changing sky
the deer walks across the crisp snow its dainty feet picking the way as it goes its tan fur blends into the trees as it melts from sight, soft as a breeze
through the winter's clutches creep and in the frozen ground seeps some sunlit day some summer's ray still uncertain, winter weakens to the coming spring's beacon.
"Spring has come for good," I said "The flowers rise from their snowy bed," But the clouds grew dark like rain and deep winter came again. |
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