The snow is all gone
except for piles
where the plow
had pushed and pulled
All that effort is melting
away into nothing
No rememberance of winter
or the struggle to find
an open path
The rest of the farm
is turning the page
Green emerging
Buds swelling
yet I am standing
over the last of
the snow piles
with this feeling
of vanishing time
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