The Winter Sun is warming
The charming time is dawning
We stand here at the lip
No more to skinny-dip
In winter’s great gloom
We write a little rhyme
To pass away the time
Till spring’s sun does shine
Then we slip into the quiet
Of life's newly minted riot
Leaves a buds on fire
Our nose the eager buyer
Of the season's fresh scent
Our souls, doubled and bent
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