icy cold on blooms,
white on pink,
a walk broken up into pieces,
crowns of snow on red blooms,
coexistence in transition, we move forward
into spring, away from the embrace of winter,
soon to shed our coats only to reach for them again.
thus is the change of seasons
we reach back only to find the past
has left us and we are forced into
the future, let us smile at
its arrival.
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