The morn started with droplets
Running down my window panes
With Mr. Jack Frost nearing those tears
They soon turned in frozen shards on my face
The tingling cold stirred an awakening
In my soul, the kind I get when
Things aren’t going entirely well,
For me or loved ones, when bleakness
Takes on the blind faith, in us all;
It is this that kicks us into high gear
With a refreshing peek ahead of us is spring
For the sleet upon my face this day
Has already turned to flakes
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