Breaking of winter

The last frost,
Final tredils of cold,
Melting away slowly,
With the growth of a new spring.

Green takes the place of white,
Blue pushes away the darkness,
A wind blows clean a new,
Slate,

Yet,
When night falls,
The cold makes one last
Stand.

Warning it will,
Come again,
The world will feel its wrath,
But till then, the earth awakens from its slumber.

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