It hasn’t been icy<\/p>\n
But it has been cold<\/p>\n
Imagine a tiny bulb<\/p>\n
Deep in the mold<\/p>\n
Aware of its life form<\/p>\n
Prepared to spring free<\/p>\n
Into the open and the great<\/p>\n
melody<\/p>\n
Burgeoning buds<\/p>\n
Brilliant belief<\/p>\n
A Robin its breast<\/p>\n
feeling the grief<\/p>\n
Branches still bare<\/p>\n
and brittle below<\/p>\n
Where in bubbles life<\/p>\n
about to bestow<\/p>\n
On the world that it enters<\/p>\n
a shaft of soft green<\/p>\n
and within this shaft<\/p>\n
a flame it would seem<\/p>\n
a subtle arrangement<\/p>\n
of blossoming silkiness<\/p>\n
creatively striving<\/p>\n
to reach into earliness<\/p>\n
Breaks through the sod<\/p>\n
Into a Spring breeze<\/p>\n
Hear the bird songs<\/p>\n
and the swaggering Bees<\/p>\n
emerge<\/p>\n
just a wee hint of aquamarine<\/p>\n
Sending sweet hue’s right<\/p>\n
out of the green<\/p>\n
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