the mist rises off the snow

the fog devours the horizon

early spring

begins to gnaw

at the weak winter 

of our demise

but it is illusive

it is the middle of February

with variable March

still to endure

we cannot rush time

the way warmth hastens the ice

and snow along its trajectory

back to sky and then to sea....

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