By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall
And taking a break for a few sunny days
Icicles have dripped and dropped away to earth
Merry breezes breathe away dawn’s drifting haze
A warm front soon after the new year’s birth
But even now the north drops down in greys
The shifting wind blows dark, decaying leaves
Away to prep for tomorrow’s icy glaze
As the wilding weather bobs and weaves
The paling sun drops coldly in the west –
False spring in its own turn now takes a rest
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