Spring Death
She looked out at the new snow
with little thought of the biting cold,
but sadness filled her as the spring
flowers were late. She knew that spring
would come and melt the tired snow
with or without her. Whether warm or cold
her daffodils would appear and the cold
would insure long life for the buds of spring.
They’d have life for an extra day. The snow
melted. The snow melted into darkness that cold spring.
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