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May Day
That Old Man Winter
sneaks one more look
over his shoulder,
flinging his cape, and
the wind blows cold.
He shakes his fists, and
the snow tumbles down.
Miss May's greens stay
hiding under ground,
shivering grassy stems
almost flattened.
She shows the edges
of reds in tulips, yellows
in the daffodils-
opened enough to
shout hope, hope.
©Linda Baie, 2013
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