Winter end snickers joyfully
It laughs merrily
Thinking about the spring ecstasy
Tumbles raindrops aplenty
On showery mountain highs
Under the sky of heaven's surprise
Snow melts and liquefies
In the mist with cryfests
As winter gust now rests
The sodden ground turns mud
At the bottom of the sky flood
Whilst spring rushes in warm blood
© daniel miltz
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