Not like before,
not like in February,
when the relentless blowing cold,
brought the strongest New Englander,
to their knees.
This came with sounds and fight,
as they were cannon and mortar.
It destroyed the peace of the Spring,
that brought flowers and green,
bees and birds
and warmth to my soul.
My plants that stayed inside all winter,
had been brought out to enjoy the warmth,
were hurriedly brought back in.
Green and the other colors of spring,
will now wait again to restart.
This cold got to my bones
and so i sit inside,
waiting for Spring to come again.
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