A poem for the first day of March

A winter storm approaches.

The sky, grey and unforgiving, has not yet unleashed its vengeance.

To sit inside is but to dream of the days to come

Blue sky and sun

The peace of mind in a gentle rain shower

A contrast to the flurry of snowfall outside the window

For the spring that waits in our step

Has yet to bloom from the soil of our hearts.

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