Equinox
Blip
Blip
Blip
The icicle drips
Spring equinox ignored
The sun sits and mocks
Behind a cloud
The trees are bare and bored
How they had hoped
It would be time
For cherry blossom blooms
Instead skies gray
Til nearly May
An ever-present gloom
The calander said
It was an Equinox
Children huddle by windows
Praying for some respite
From freezing winds
From the constant barage of snow
But the earth seems set
In a wintry bliss
Unwilling to awaken
The frosty path
Beneath your feet
Repeats its unmistaken
Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
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