frozen lake and
fishing hole
rickety barn and
burning soul
four more inch of
ice and snow
salt and snow plough
on the go
no spring - so what;
sun is crisp
air is toothsome
light and brisk
snow shall melt and
mud shall flow
beau shall beacon and
floret follow
grove at Potsdam
has its glow
nosegay yonder
so you know
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