Equinox

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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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