Melt

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On the creek shore

sits a snow bank

cradled close to tall pines

These green trees

against a blue sky

shift warm sunlight

on the frozen ground side

The center creek current

strolls sweetly

dissolving the icy edges

The end of Winter

melts white sheets of frost

atop the ferns and hedges

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