Let there be spring.
Let the seasons shift and slide
from the grey glinting white of snow and ice
to the green fragile white of flowers.
The air is soft and greening.
Pussywillows are budding,
the sugaring-sap stirs in the maples,
and the snowdrops are up and blooming.
Anticipating the beginnings of spring! Look back at my post with the daffodil. I stepped outside last Saturday and spied that poking its head up from my dead flowers from last year. I have since cleaned that bed up and am anticipating more buds to pop their heads out soon.
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