I've always admired that determination (and beauty) of crocuses, the way they push through the cold... to welcome spring (and warm our hearts) even when winter refuses to fully die. Your second poem made me think of that. The last poem brews spring-green sighs out of me.
I've always admired that determination (and beauty) of crocuses, the way they push through the cold... to welcome spring (and warm our hearts) even when winter refuses to fully die. Your second poem made me think of that. The last poem brews spring-green sighs out of me.
ReplyDeleteThese are yummy.
Yes, sometimes we hope the trees will answer...but only the ferns response. Nicely done, each one!!
ReplyDeleteI love all of these, but the last one is my favorite.
ReplyDeleteAcute observations, all speaking to the optimistic nature of Spring.
ReplyDeleteOh I love them so much!!❤️
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