Spring Winds

Leaves holding tight since autumn, 
Refusing to let go in the chill of winter,
Shook and shimmied in the wind of spring, 
Finally loosening their grips,
Swirling, dancing, tumbling, 
Around and around and down,
Covering yards, green with spring,
Like discarded paper bags in a parking lot.

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