Transition (February)
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From a stinging cold it shifts
To a coldness less cold
Still cold but not cold enough
To make you cold right through bones
A few birds back on their perches
As if the worst is over for the trees
A song escapes the lips, a fantasy flings the window wide open expecting change along the misty lanes.
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