Hanging On
Fair sun is stealing more each day, gains ground
The grass greens and poseys start coming ' round
The ice and snow steady reduced to drips
Winter would cause one more stumble, a slip
Keeping you in his stiff frozen world bound
Covetous, with his dying breaths yet hound
Loathe to lose the taste of bluey cold lips
Though knowing his time from him is now ripped
His talent for hanging on does astound
When gentle warmth, Spring's victor prevails
There remains a few late frosts crystal-
dipped
Icicle dangerous daggers abound
Watching for the unwary to assail
©️Sylphide poem/image 2021
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