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So Winter and Spring

they danced up a storm,

Paso Doble that filled up the skies.


With whiteness and rain

and spring-summer tease,

swirls and flourishes to the wind cries.



They couldn’t agree

who should take the lead,

so in waves snow and rain left traces.


First the cold,  then warmth

(as they flirted and flounced) –

both thinking to fill up the spaces.