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Fickle Friend
by Wilda Morris

Beneath its bright blue sheen
the lake hides killing cold.
Crabapple branches, bare
but not barren, begin to bud.
Forsythia holds up golden fingers
powdered with snow. Daffodils
hang their long green necks
beneath sleet, while
icy wind chills the hearts
of tulips struggling to be born.


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