Peonies put forth new faces-
underfoot, a carpet of white petals
-the pear tree's in bloom again.
But reluctant spring won't enter the year
-that shy season hides in the March wind-
meantime, a gust of cold rain crosses the yard,
winter hangs about the house,
tests the eaves, howls under the windows,
refuses to be evicted!
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