Winter Farewell
I am glad to see it go.
I am tired of moving snow.
When my truck will not start
And my fingers smart
I want to see plants grow

Yet
I love the quiet of winter
when the only animals out
are squirrels, and birds at feeders
I love the brightness of snow
that reflects the few hours of light
through clouds holding more of the same
I love the invigorating cold
for moving along on snowshoes
then cuddling by heat — human or otherwise
I love the smoothed ground revealing
otherwise invisible animal tracks,
clearings between trees in the forests
and contours of the ground
Winter
Even though you overstayed your welcome
I’ll look forward to seeing you again
in a few months
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