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Promise

While winter holds her icy grip
__There’s promise in south breezes
That make their yearly northward trip—
__Springtime, she comes and teases.

The snow and ice as water run forth
__As she firmly squeezes
The cold and windy heart of the north
__With warm and southerly breezes.

In rivulets the ice chunks flee
__In front of warm spring breezes
As children chase them down with glee—
__Springtime, she comes and pleases.

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William P. Tryon resides in the Albany region of upstate New York. He is a farmer, an excavator, a patriotic speaker, and a writer with numerous publications of his writings over the past 20 years, most recently being “A Farmers Thanksgiving prayer” published in The Epoch Times newspaper in Nov. 2022.


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One Response

  1. Cheryl Corey

    You’re right. This is that time of year when winter still tries to hold us in its grip and spring teases.

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