Spring Forth

and Winter died her yearly death,
but her throes were long and deep;
she suffered and she struggled so
and wist not that her reign should sleep.

she raged and fought thru Apriltime
and blasted all that dared to grow,
she would seem to relent for one moment,
and then unleash her ice and snow.

but patient, her sister, dearest Spring,
crept soft throughout the ragged earth
encouraging all the growing things and
urging on their jeweled birth.

so Winter sighed her final sigh,
wept the last sleet on the land;
and Spring swept forth and pried the scepter
from her sister's cold dead hand.




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