rising from the progression into the north
the smells live again in wet earth
and mud is tracked in from the thaw
even dry grass caught within the paw
the branches swell with anxious sap
yet a little too soon to awake from their nap
and cold crow calls give way to larks
while morning sings again with robin barks
the frost still seals the soil's purse
but all in all it could be worse
as the solar dance moves midway
and winter night surrenders to summer day
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