Spring, Not Spring

Sun bleached skeleton trees scream for veiling green
Stark light sears bright cutting razor sharp slices
A warm, inviting mirage deceives icy raw skin
As brisk winds pour winter temperatures into spring
A roaring March lion lingers long and relentless
Early March’s symbol may retreat some day. Soon. Please.

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