The gray clouds and gentle mist lie like a blanket covering the Earth.
Thawing the towns from their icy slumber.
The air smells fresh and feels renewed.
The first signs of spring are becoming visible.
Everything feels slower, more patient.
A sense of hope universally shared.
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Author:
StephenJames (
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How closely our mood is tied to the weather this poem paints the picture well and seems to melt in the reader's eyes. Well done
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