After the last teardrop falls from Jack Frost’s eyes.

Here I sit in my bay window;
I shiver at the sight of icicles
as the morning sun causes them to
caress liquid life onto my daffodils.
The earth has , awakened and our
world has become renewed,
just like the Garden of Eden.
My joy is complete. My
heart rejoices and
I am renewed.

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