Rivulets of water
Running under edges of ice
To latte mud puddles
Sucking in boots
Sap coursing through
Branches and trunks
On a forty six degree day
Sweetness in the air
After a wink and a nod
From mother nature
The night will freeze
Into tomorrow's cold
Next week will bring
Fifty degree days
Fingers crossed
No looking back
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