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the wind that brings spring,
blasting away the chill of winter
sprouting bulbs and awakening those that were wintering
banishing away the kiss of frost .

the wind that brings summer
in all the glory of a bright sun
blooming flowers, rustling leaves
bringing the heat, pushing the waves .

the wind that brings autumn
a cooler breath of fresh air
the falling leaves mere sprinkles on the ground
promising to come again, next year .

the wind that brings winter
blanketing all in a soft sheet
a caring whisper to put on your hat
and see the lights sparkling against the sky .
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Abriatis

NY

YWP Alumni

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    nine-eleven

    to think that i will be a legal adult tomorrow.
    i could vote. i could buy fish at petsmart.
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    placidity

    i watch the numbers tick up.
    i read the headlines.
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    i go outside.
    i see the masks, worn properly or not.
    the spraying of hand sanitizer,

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