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The Moment of the Melt…
When grey sky gives cautious way to whispering blue.
And trees let loose their cloaks and stretch out waking arms.

Snow drifts retreat, and icy paths crunch under foot
As the unmasked soil offers a wet brown face to the child Sun.
This time is precious.

As brief and beautiful as a bubble, every colour richer than life.
But filled with life; emerging and surging, erupting anew
to fill the world and fill the eye, and banish cold winter away.