Sunlight from an unclouded sky radiates the snow-covered lawns of the neighborhood. This winter that gently bleated in its youth roars in its dotage.
Nevertheless, the gates of seasonal change stand ajar, as the vernal equinox approaches. Soon the blossoms will unfold. The botanical gardens will yield their bloom. The morning air will echo with birdsong.
Until then, Mad March continues to have its way. No doubt the Toro snow-blower will sound again before it’s through.
aching muscles
drifts of snow falling
from the trees
for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Invitationย #writephoto
and dVerse Poets’ Haibun Monday: Marchย Madness (pubtended by Merrill)
Frank J. Tassone 
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