Winter’s unraveling

Convertibles go topless.

Old thick coats now an afterthought.

Hardy ice fisherfolk retreat to shore.

As kids clad in shorts shout, “No more!”

Then golf clubs appear as fast as the bikes.

As those cows in the country moo with glee.

Does that manure thawing smell seem almost ‘sweet’?

Or has spring fever now come over me?

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