Yet systems moving gently soon too collide,
From the peace towards our forsaken watch,
It is from afar which we stand,
Before this new break in the frigid air of dawn,
So divine to observe the sheen unto an awakening sky,
All that is captured in painted splendour is wise,
Now, from the cool winds that lift the anxious songbirds,
Those visible air masses form and float and move us,
Enough of the arctic tricksters play,
But admonished by the Pacific warm airs,
Too go and stay away,
Still moist and waiting to precipitate,
As we all know and anticipate.
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