
On a sunny day
Bright and breezy
Clouds become wisps,
Unable to cloud the sky.
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Hopeful,
We think it will bring warmth.
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Not so.
This kind of blue is
Icy
Withering
Chilling us to the bones
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It makes us dream,
Though spring won’t
Come
For a command
Begging doesn’t help.
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Wrap up warm,
And
Prepare for winter.
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©HMH, 2023
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