Today is the wind's,
Chasing and pushing the clouds;
Roaring up the road.
Sun is blown away
Above the gray fleeting clouds,
Propelled by the wind.
Stream is clear now,
Racing forward to a fork--
A second of sun.
A distant echo
Gathers up force in the woods
Howling to the road.
Long drive is shining;
Melting snow and ice glisten;
Wind ripples puddles.
Snow is receding;
Dry leaves sweep across the road
Freed from confinement.
Stuck fast in the ice,
Dry leaf struggles to break free
And join its fellows.
Road is full of turds--
Archaeological find
Under melting ice.
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