Of Spring

Through this winter
And the one before, and before
I watch the ground like night to
Time made pink, blue, greenery

I think I lasted past
Slips and trips of the tongue of
Every shade monocromed white
By its barren and cold deletion

When all this warmth
Stirs up thoughts, and swirls then
Turns crystals into rivers sighing
For the first time of another sign

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