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| March 29, 2024 |
I didn’t want to enjoy
walking in the snow today
but my feet belonged to the
child who kicked through
the soft fluff of snow, poked holes
in marshmallow mounds with her cane
Snow had fallen in the night,
piled higher than before,
clearing the streets of the
brown muck of spring.
The sparkling beauty
will disappear
as the sun warms.
Have I complained?
After all it is the middle of March.
Oh yes I have grumbled
and in the same breath
spoke gratefully that
the freezer drawer had been closed.
“No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn.”
~ Hal Borland, Nature journalist
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