The Spring Solstice can now be seen.
The snow filled fields are turning green.
You put yuletide thoughts in the past,
As your igloo snow fort is melting fast.
Then the evergreen way up on the hill,
Begins to sway in one last arctic chill.
Spring will come, Winter’s end is near.
Cuddle at the fireside with one you hold dear.
nice poem and ya, awesome song.
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