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The Sun Returns in Spring
Remember how we longed for March
while snow and ice and cold rain fell.
The long drawn-out days of grey
that kept the sun from both horizons.
We hoped for the sun’s return and spring.
There were fancy snowmen on lawns
built by children while out of school.
Snowplows prowled icy streets
like hungry homeless men.
We knew the sun returns in spring.
The nights were long in a white room
reading the news in silent thought.
The television shows replaced our lives
as people appeared in living color.
The light was dim but spring would come.
Autumn leaves of red and gold are memories
encrusted in dirt and sand and snow,
but this cardinal feather lying here
gives hope of spring and the gentle light.
Now, the sun returns with spring.
The Sun Returns in Spring
Remember how we longed for March
while snow and ice and cold rain fell.
The long drawn-out days of grey
that kept the sun from both horizons.
We hoped for the sun’s return and spring.
There were fancy snowmen on lawns
built by children while out of school.
Snowplows prowled icy streets
like hungry homeless men.
We knew the sun returns in spring.
The nights were long in a white room
reading the news in silent thought.
The television shows replaced our lives
as people appeared in living color.
The light was dim but spring would come.
Autumn leaves of red and gold are memories
encrusted in dirt and sand and snow,
but this cardinal feather lying here
gives hope of spring and the gentle light.
Now, the sun returns with spring.