Last night the last snow flakes of winter fell.
They're talking warmer days and sunshine,
Winter is history, they say.
When does yesterday
Become history?
The blue sky no longer
Peeks around the clouds but
Shimmers in an cloudless sky.
Now becomes something new,
And spring, dancing out into
A blinding spotlight begins that
New Day.
Yesterday, is history.
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