Melting snow

As the snow melts
from the land of trees
the Atlantic reaches
from beyond the shores

A reminder from far away
where winter
holds little
if any sway

Where the wind will blow
and the rain fall
where the low sun shines
for but few hours each day

The lighthouse winks
at those returning
and those departing
from near and far

The land of trees
holds memories
and I shall bide
a little while longer

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