Spring, cold and crisp,
grass crunching underfoot.
Breath misting, for a short time,
dissipating as the sun strengthens.

Cars, frosted front to back,
engine squealing in the cold morning light.
Sun rays blisteringly bright,
fracturing thru the frost.

A promise of warmth,
withheld until longer days.

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