I looked to the heavens and
the clouds were dark and gray
and a storm was upon us,
until they parted and a little
blue remained.
March but a few days away
brings with it the uncertainty.
taunting wind and rain of a
season in its unexpected game.
The crocus had surfaced
filled with hope and faith
on a journey of a lifetime
that leads us to another day.
Flowers dried upon the window
reminisce the turning of a page
as we look to tomorrow for
the warm and sunny skies of May.
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