Slow wind starts to blow
Fog shifts, low clouds fly away
Sun wants to be seen
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Slow wind starts to blow
Fog shifts, low clouds fly away
Sun wants to be seen
Outside my window
Fog haunts the sprawling city
Hiding spring’s beauty
Cold spring morning fire
Sunrise obscured by damp clouds
Dew holds on to hope
Wind blows from the north
Warm air races down the slopes
Valley full of life
Snow rolls in again
Spring delayed, longing remains
Green hidden by white
Frost-covered tree limbs
Warm spring days elude us still
Patiently waiting
Mountain tops glisten
White with the last of spring snow
Runoff fills the streams
Tight green lilac pods
Fuzzy buds on aspen trees
Spring, let me grow too
Spring sprung over night
Trees budding, grass turning green
Flocks singing at dawn
Sideways driving snow
Stare out the window and sigh
When will spring arrive?