Winter into spring
Doesn’t mean a thing
If it don't got that swing

Winter that will sing
Or play its wintry string
So much to summer bring

O darling of my love
Like sky of cloud above
A drifty misty shove

In every new song
And days of evening long
That comes in bliss tongue

O what a happy day
When these along shall play
And momentarily stay

And give us freshness
Spring

Peter S. Quinn

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