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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