March farewell

Each passing year

the final mile grows steeper

March expires, expelling

his parting sigh of malice

Off in a huff

Frost in the wake

We curse these days

when our chambers are colder

than the air outside

And sun still too pale

to soothe the woes

of Winter’s captivity

 

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