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 Preview of coming attractions:
Not even midway through February,
but Spring, that practiced flirt, can't resist
flashing us a glimpse of her fabled beauty,
teasing us in the midst of long cold
with sunlight so strong I'm tempted to lie
right down in the snow, start a tan.
Frozen layers liquefy, run down roof tiles,
off eaves in cascading streams,
melt music sounding as droplets
in their thousands strike the ground,
the mud room roof, the plastic sheeting
torn from the wood shed by January storms.
It won't last, of course ~ I know the cold
will return tomorrow, but the promise
of her swift kiss was confirmed this morning
by the downy woodpecker's drumming display,
declaring the year's new life on its way,
unstoppable, whatever weather
waning winter may hurl.
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