Once more the tide falls low
collecting shellfish
where boats
sailed earlier
The afternoons now light
the mornings drawing out
the first lamb appears
and the buds now swell
The snow still falls
in the higher places
Can it be true
Is winter's end nigh
Well some way yet to go
Another six weeks
And days will be
as long as nights again
The cold winds will taunt us
but with our eyes firmly fixed
on the southern horizon
spring is now within our grasp
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