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And still it snows, with no end in sight;

Day after day, wind battered, in despair

Of the Spring's return or the sun's light.

And still it snows.

A robin challenges the morning air

Telling me, of course, that he is right,

All will be well and I should not care

Just because it's cold and that it might

Linger on until late May or more

Before we see the end of this dark night.

And still it snows.

Brian Hick spring 2013

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