Birthday of the Crocuses
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The crocuses are here! The crocuses are here!
(How do they do that? How do they know?)
Oh, you wee, beautiful ones! Look at the crown you wear as you burst so bravely through the February soil.
Green! Green! How my eyes have hungered for you! And now here you are, eager and proud, a harbinger of hope, promising flowers.
The part of me that lives in shadows quakes with fear for you. “It is too soon!” it whispers. “The snow will come. You will freeze. You will die.”
But my joy drowns out the whispers with its laughter, and my spirit, trusting your wisdom, sings and sings.
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