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Spring’s Whisper
The sun sat high in the mid-morning sky
Turning the snow and ice-capped trees
Into delicate ornaments.
The very best of winter’s beauty
Like many days before it
But somehow different.
A shift,
In its light,
Its warmth,
Imperceptible to most,
The faintest of whispers through frozen air,
That spring is on its way.
