This morning the woods are
Alive with the gob and smack
Of heavy wet snow that keeps sliding
Off roof tops and tree limbs
Onto the earth below
Now is the time for letting go
Winter has just agreed
To let loose its grip
And the world in its entirety
Heaves a sigh of relief
As muck prepares
To take the place
Of frozen turf and snow
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