Gaze outside,
gray-white clouds
and gray-white land
and pallid, faded light,
but from the sound
of water dripping
from the eaves
you would think
the winter reigns,
yet from that sound
that evokes spring
and autumn rains,
flooding memories,
you know the winter
is ending, casting
its coat of snow aside,
long weeks for the land
to shiver bare when
the true spring
rains come.
23.02.2025
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