False Spring

The weather warm
The days brighter
Winter’s fingers slacken their grip
Frozen nights leading to icy mornings
No longer upon my doorstep fall

His lips no longer speak my name
Though at one time they did
Sweetest refrains from songs of the heart
But falsetto were his only notes

The sun came up still a little earlier
Yet no warmth did it bring
Winter though its fingers loosened around my heart
Held on with a cold iron grip

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This is for a dVerse prompt: For this prompt, write a poem that explores false spring—literally, metaphorically, or both. I hope you enjoy! 😊