Ice melts in clumps

On the ground.

The sounds of the howling wind at the door

And leaves scraping against the window pane

Are all but whispers of the night before.

Puddles of dirty water

Scattered along the streets

And drops drip, drip from the rooftop.

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Light sparkles among

The leaves of grass

As the sun rises just

Beyond the bend.

We wait and watch

As the spring day begins,

Wrapped tightly in a blanket,

Keeping each other warm within.

We huddle in our cocoon

Afraid of the chill

That floats about the bedroom.