A pastel sunset
Cold air, crisp snow
A sly contradiction
Late March in Buffalo
We wait for spring
We expect warmer days
But with its long, lusty embrace
Winter is not quite ready
To let us go.

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A pastel sunset
Cold air, crisp snow
A sly contradiction
Late March in Buffalo
We wait for spring
We expect warmer days
But with its long, lusty embrace
Winter is not quite ready
To let us go.