In Like a Lion
The season
entered in a rush
Wind raced
along with a great groan
It played about
and wouldn’t shush
Conviction seemed
to drive it on
Its voice
persistent until dawn
It ended rage
with a long sigh
And peaceful, then,
with one last yawn
The morning
world looked all awry
The yard a mess
with limbs and brush
So spring began,
then came the sun
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