Though the days are growing longer,
It’s still winter, and the setting sun
Still hides behind our trees.
We catch glimpses, but the full effect
Is lost to us until the weather warms.
It’s nature’s way of teaching us
Patience, and delayed gratification:
The subtler shades of winter,
Like the bones beneath the leaves
And the bare dirt in the garden,
Whet our appetites for Spring.
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