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There is much to be said about winter’s end,
just think how the years have sped by.
With spring comes the fresh petrichor of soaked
umbrellas, pure patches of purple grass and poetry
along with puppy love and broken hearts, embezzled
and purloined.
Sultry summers smudged in sunlight, crickets
and cicadas serenading tree trunks after nightfall,
followed by cool golden autumns, and beautiful,
uninvited, relentless winters blanketed in fresh fallen snow.
And so, we find winter’s passing
should come like the softest kiss
on the darkest night.
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