The larks trilled their cries that
Nested in my ears in birdsong.
I saw the thaw of winter had begun.
Soon spring would rush in on her
Pastel heels bringing forth blooms.
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The last part of this poem really strikes my fancy. I see spring as a busy but pretty housewife rushing in on spike heels, a storm of loveliness flying around her.
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