First Thaw

First shower of rain
Spring's promise, to sip
Beginning cold's wane
...The trees start to drip

There's mist on cold fields,
Fresh air blowing in
And strong wind that wields
...The snow starts to thin

The edge gone from the cold
Fresh drinkable air!
Soon all will get bold
...And change to Spring, fair.

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art: "The First Thaw" by Rudolf Sieck