- Once perfect white hills,
trap particles in spring thaw.
Speckled remnants glare.
- Sweat from sun’s new glare.
Chilled in shade’s guard dome.
Canada’s spring sings.
- Muddied crystals strewn,
rippled ground tormented mix.
Soon the soak will drain.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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Mary Grace Writing 
Sooooooo good!
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Thank you! ❤
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Are you Vancouver area by any chance. The spring rains…ahhhh
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No I am not. I am in Southern Ontario. I have never had the chance to visit Vancouver yet, but would love to some day!
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It’s really beautiful but let me tell you the rains can last for ever. I guess if you’re in S. Ontario you’re near the lakes so much get a fair bit too. Loved your poem.
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Thank you so much, and yes, we can get quite a bit of rain. I am originally from father north and have noticed the winds are a lot stronger down here.
Thanks so much for stoping by!
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You bet
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