As frozen earth luxuriates in warm sun,
it seems her stretching stimulates things growing;
winter is abolished, new life has begun.
Each farmer sees some merit in his sowing,
seeds he planted swell and sprout, then peek through soil;
on gentle breeze, sweet songs of spring are flowing.
Children free from winter's chill wish not to toil,
'Just run and play,' says mother, 'Do have some fun.'
No more to pay those massive bills for heating oil.
No one cries 'cause winter's dying, no, not one.
Too long, too long it hid away, this warm sun.
Form: Terza Rima
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