Sight and Sound of Spring

Memories of my childhood flood back each spring.
Puddles of melted snow freeze overnight in designs of white.

On the way to school, I couldn’t resist the temptation
to crunch through every icy crust.
The hollow shattering was a sound and sign of spring.

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