Holding Hope
Waiting for
Buds to appear
And begin
Repainting
The landscape
With the newness
Felt in all
Shades of green
Taking care not
To overlook
Today's grays
Or forget
The once bright
Colors
Now faded
Their purpose
Fulfilled in
The graceful
Holding of hope
For tomorrow’s
Blooming
Piano Girl 
soon enough, spring will be sprung
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Yes…☺️
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Yes, winter always melts into spring. Beautiful words!
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Thank you, Mary! 💛
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