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April showers, shaped like snowflakes
My parents say that a mile down the road
They can see open water
But here all we see is ice

Two weeks past the spring equinox
Onto month six of winter
I remind myself I am not surprised
And build a fire to read by

The snow has already melted
The sun sets later and later
I can not see spring, not yet
But I can smell it
I am not warm, not yet
But I can feel it coming on the wind

With Love,

Natalie