One Day of Joy

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The sun, hidden
By the deeply laden clouds
Thermometers plummet
Gray November brings final demise
To all that is green
Then quietly covers
The spectre of death
In a long blanket of snow

After months of sterile cold
The sun courageously
Chases the cold
Blessing the land
With its welcome warmth

People shed their shells
And joyfully greet
The visiting day of summer

But quickly
The cold and snow
Reign supreme
And the land returns
To its death repose

How do you find the weather this year?
Is your weather a sign of climate change or same old, same old?
Share your thoughts!

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