Calendar and Earth Agree – It’s Spring

I like living in a place

Where Spring happens when it should;

Where daffodils pop out to grace

A barren landscape of dead wood.

When soft new needles of the Larch

Gently sing “warm weather soon”

It’s eager branches bloom in March,

Not waiting until May or June.

Snowdrops, crocus, hyacinth

Shine like the morning sunrise,

Freeing me from the labyrinth

Of Winter’s dull demise.

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