It was a cold and dreary day in Toronto.
Mountains of ice still graced the land.
The wind blew chill and grit clung to heaps of snow.
Though the time of equinox was upon us, little sign of a coming spring could be seen.
And so we gathered. To see if spring or winter would win in a tug of war.
Not all of us wanted spring to come.
Some fought to stay cozy and warm under our covers.
Winter's comforts hold us back.
Spring's muck and muddy challenges hold no promise for those who cling to winter's lovely pure white blankets of snow.
Some, unafraid of the raw and muddy days ahead, chose the side of spring, of flowers and birds and other lovely things.
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| We gathered materials, donned fancy clothes and took sides. |
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| Some held fire, some held ice. |
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| Preparing for the journey, Baby bird and Winter love embrace |
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| Winter loves the cold |
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| Bearer of the rope with which we held a battle of tug of war. |
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| we marked our journey with hopes and dreams |
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| wayfinder holds a map to nameless lake |
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| winter wrapped in poetry |
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winter's guard stands ready
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