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Michigan Spring 1997 |
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A brilliant crocus bowed in the wind, Its petals touched by sun; I scanned the garden but did not see A flower more than one. Leaves of last year it had pushed up through Its own to face the sky; Purple and green it showed up against Dull brown and gray nearby. Snows of winter still coated the ground, The trees still dry and bare; In all of the world there seemed no life But for the flower there. A brilliant crocus bowed in the wind, The joy its sight to bring; For after the storms and cold this is The first new bloom of spring. --1997 |