Out the window
in the shadow
cold snow clings to
the tops of branches
like frozen white caterpillars
still hibernating in
the last throngs of winter
All around I hear
the sound of melting snow
The dripping cascade fills
the silence
with the thunder of
warm spring sun
The fragile white veil
so precariously perched
in the shrinking shadow
reminds me that
change is only a matter
of degree
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