Oi! Get off the ice! Are you crazy?!

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The prompt is free verse poem about early spring in Finland, by Gemini 2.5 Pro Exp AI.

Original structure of the poem:

The snow doesn't surrender easily here.
It pulls back grudgingly,
a stained, grey-white sheet
revealing patches of dark, damp earth
that smell of secrets and cold stones.

Water finds its voice first.
A persistent drip, drip, drip
from the tin roof edge,
from the black, naked branches of the birch,
a soundtrack to the slow melt.
Puddles spread like inkblots on the paths,
reflecting a sky still washed in pale grey.

The sun climbs higher, yes,
but its light is thin, watery.
It throws long, weak shadows,
glints off the remaining ice crust
that crackles underfoot near the forest edge,
but offers little warmth.
You feel it on your face, a promise,
not a fulfillment.

Ice on the lakes groans,
rotting from the shoreline inwards,
a fragile lace of decay.
No green yet, not really.
Just the tough brown of last year's reeds,
the dark needles of the pines standing stoic.

But look closely:
the birch buds are swelling, tight fists
holding onto future leaves.
And down low, if you search,
the first determined pussy willows
push out their soft grey thumbs,
testing the air.

It's a landscape holding its breath.
The silence isn't winter's deep freeze,
but a waiting.
The sharp air carries the scent of wet wood,
of thawing soil,
of possibility.

This is the slow turn,
the hesitant awakening.
Not a rush, but a gradual loosening,
Finland exhaling winter,
slowly,
so slowly.

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