Like dust, a soft layer of white
Spatters the ground
Its frosty mist frigid and fresh
Mocking bird mocks its muted moan
With copycat songs, chirpy or a drone
Blue Jay interjects with its harsh conjecture
Of wintery splendor concluded
Like gold, a soft stream of yellow
Splashes the ground
Its fiery veneer tender and sheen
Mocking bird mocks its glistening luster
With copycat songs, ballad or a whistle
Blue Jay interjects with its severe inference
Of springtide prelude commencing
Haze of mist takes to air
Earth’s last wintery breath sizzles to sky
A sigh reveals yellow green grass
Buds shoot up, push their way for resurrection
Transformation now looming
Soon all colors will be blooming
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