Winter’s End

I wish I was that wispy cloud
Hovering above my head
Far from the stifling, acrid crowd
With winter coats unshed
Spring pervades perfect skies
As clear as crystal glass
Summons a smile to the lifted eyes
Above the dour impasse
Still, the vestiges of winter’s night
Lays across skittish minds
’till with the dawn of new day’s light
The last of winter unwinds

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