the air seems to await the day of warming
where spring is dawning
but winter's been yawning
spitting out snow
and I've been cold
treasuring the knowledge of spring
awaiting on the day it will bring
softest green
spirals of winter white and bright, oh bright
is the light against the blanket of snow
whisper of snowflakes against hair
and your nose
how bitter sometimes the air
colder blows
please take care
cuddle close
By: Elizabeth Azpurua
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