Non-Erotic PoetryLate Season ThawWill winter melt away
In mists of springtime?
Shall February be but a thought,
Soon replaced with early March,
Forgotten in summer haze?
Too early, yet,
To think of fall or even
Contemplate July's sultry daze.
Late winter lingers
Like a lover's kiss,
Or Valentine's faded bloom.
The promise of the groundhog,
Sleeping still.
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