Slowly, slowly does the snow
recede, gently, silently
from the far mountain dressed
in purple and navy - each

day the snow has shrunk, is
running away - it must
know what I do not feel - 
that Spring is indeed here

and Winter is leaving.
Warmth is what I need - 
it will help me feel well.
It is good when the
cold months go and we can

welcome back the sun
and let our skin breathe
the air without layers of clothing.
Warmth is food.

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