Maybe winter isn’t over, and the spring has still to come,
For the recent warmth has vanished, and again I’m cold and
numb;
When we had those days of sunshine, I was sure spring had arrived,
And I offered up a thank you that the winter I’d survived.
But it seems I spoke too early, for the rain and wind and
snow,
Have returned and wrought their havoc everywhere on earth
below.
So I wait till it all passes and I can correctly say,
Spring’s arrived in all its beauty, rather than just on the
way.
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