All brown and dry and looking dead
But no it’s sprouting little sprouts
Bright green and furled and bursting buds
Nature springs from cold dark days
To seek the sun and warmth and air
That heralds new days and weather fair
And then the frost falls harsh and cruel
Snipping off those too tender shoots of promise
Inspired by the inevitable arrival of Spring
8/4/19
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