December 9, 1987
Stirrings.
Slightest warmings.
Growing.
Life.
Clothed in darkness,
Nestled in moistness,
Stirrings of life
'Herald the sring.
Then bursting
To bask in sunshine!
Revelling
In the newborn season.
Purple, golden,
Purest white,
Tiny petals
Among the leaves.
But too early!
A late snow falls
To smother hope,
To crush
The crocus.
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