Spring seems timid to stay,
Dipping her toes in the water,
But afraid to fully submerge.
Her gentle warmth bids the daffodils to bloom,
Then she blows snow sideways
On the deconstructed highway.
Perhaps Spring has two minds
And packs both a parka and light sweater,
When she comes to camp
At the edge of the water.
At the edge of the water.
What a fabulous way to explain it- though I wish Spring would make up its mind!
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