The Last Snow?

The
last snow.
Big wet flakes
resting gently
on tree limbs still bare.
Spring bulbs wait patiently
just beneath soggy wet ground
to thrust upward toward the light
only to bloom briefly, then wilting
to become memories like the last snow.

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