when snow is gone
from the street
and from ground beyond
– the snowbank
reveals its gritty self
grows black and hard
with sand and silt
these seasons of life
we pass through
time and again
the interval between snow
and excess of daffodils
is the interval
we crave
and dread
the ugliness of life
hidden in winter
overwhelmed
by spring
follows us
waiting
just here, just now
to remind us
just who
we are
-James Zoller
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