The ground hog has performed His task,
Prognosticating Winter's slow
demise
Into a kinder gentler forum
For the weather-weary.
Days begin to show more hope as
Sunlight tends to linger more
And skies of Winter gray begin to
Shed their mask of dreariness
To shades of blue and puffy white,
Riding on the wind of change;
Looking to be rid of frost,
To chase away cruel Winter's bite.
Unpredictability seems
More the norm than usual and
No one knows what new surprise
Is waiting with the light.
Nodding off at evening wondering
What tomorrow's light may bring.
A few more days of Winter
'Til the sweet respite of Spring.
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