Transition to Spring

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Cold winter nights, fresh snow softly falling,

Thoughts of warmer days with a pack on my back,

Moving silently through the woods, boots kicking up dirt.

Newly released from winters grasp,  each step a promise,

A promise of longer days and peaceful nights that bring

The mesmerizing rush of spring streams and the crack of dead

Winter limbs. As the woods open their arms and embrace each soul

As its own, we long for the simple touch of springs sweet caress.

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