By winding path in evening, cool and cloudy,
I see a white majestic silhouette. -
This is a maple dressed for stylish party
In snow with a light touch of the spring's hand!
He reads the poetry - a very arty,
Without hitch, this true poet, and it's great!
But spring's response to sonnet is a tardy;
Sometimes it comes unseasonably late.
Snowflakes are swirling on cold nights in county,
Covering someone's departing footprints. And
In morning - through the haze - a warm, a ruddy
Dawn will be drawn again on firmament...
By winding path...
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