This balmy
spring,
Once again a
welcome moment,
swans
swimming in the pond,
the
woodpecker bang, bang, bang.
An
occasional clear sky,
The sun a
fiery globe,
A puddle
here and there,
The snow
giving up its horde.
The banner on
a lofty perch,
Spread fully
by a blowing wind,
Dotted
glimming glint,
Of random
stars and stripes.
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