Missed the sun again;
Now there could be thunderstorms--
Ma Nature's trick bag.
Gray and threatening
But at least there's no more snow.
Thank heavens for that.
From the dry brown leaves
Orange and purple emerge--
Resurrection! Yay!
Below the dark clouds
Silhouette of a mountain
Expanding brightness.
Forsythia bud
Swelling softly in the warmth
Knows its time has come.
Warm air is scented;
Green and brown shading the woods;
Behold, lone snow bank.
Wind blows up the hill
Whispering hollow voices;
I look to the sky.
The abandoned house
Is abandoned no longer;
Caring hands touch it.
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