An Early Spring?
It might
yet not be
May,
with
forget-me-nots
to be,
but spring is
awakening,
behind the grey,
the still,
the quiet,
of February
For upon
this very morning,
the birds
that sing
do so
by calling,
the colours
out
of silence,
the new grass
and green,
As upon
the garden
lawn,
and lighter
dawns
the thinning
blues of
dreaming
skies,
a single flake
of snow
and drop
behind
the wind
aside
For the shadow
of sunlight
is upon
the crumbling
winter
crouching
in frozen
forgotten
glances,
beyond
the sunlit
garden wall
outside.
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