Sunday River, April 17
you thought I was done and wasn’t coming back till next fall
you let your pretty green buds start peeking out and the forsythia
with no shame at all was ablaze
but I gave you all a very nice coating
you look so pretty with a touch of white on your branches
and once again the skiers go whooping down my tempting surface
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hello, i love the surprise when that happens.... i can imagine the talk of all of natures characters chatting abt the cold and the unexpected... sirocco
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