Too Early to Rise

Anyone who’s read my poems before knows spring isn’t my favourite time of the year, but there’s one time of the year I like even less: Early thaw. It doesn’t come every winter, but when it does, the world outside transforms from a pristine country of crystal and untrammeled white to a muddy mess, a patchwork of exposed grass and dirty snow.

But at least it’s good weather to go walking in!

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