Slow and Fast

Comes spring slow;
Slightly, buds grow;
Opening? No.

Does faint green show?
Slim line, yellow?
Yes. Barely so.

Comes Spring slow.

Winds quicken,
Bringing snow.
It melts fast,
Away does go.

Sun is warm,
Temps do rise.
Will Spring show
Before our eyes?

Spring keeps coming,
Cannot stop.
There! A something!
Bud has popped!

Two, then three!
Is it a trick?
Goodness me,
Spring is quick!

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