On this day in early March
Some possibilities occur
The weather and the daylight hours
Are working hard on winter’s blur
There is a pleasant sense of likelihood
That has me staring out the cloud
Saying farewell sad old season dark
Longer days will shred that shroud
Movement draws my new day curtains
I feel a sense of something near
I’ll now pretend that June is soon
Remove the remnants of last year
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