Oh, dreary winter
You
have overstayed
Your
grey skies
Are
not welcome
I
know spring is close
I
look at the grey lake
With
the duck on it
The
only splash of colour
In
the late winter landscape
But
I see the hints of spring
Everywhere
around me
And
the promise of daffodils
Lilacs
and butterflies
So,
winter it’s time to go
Your
welcome is worn out
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