Crocus
by Lord R.e. Taylor
You never listen to that groundhog
The almanac is usually wrong
And the weatherman doesn’t know
The snow will come when it wants
Covering everything again and again
But do not care what it does
You fight your way through
Poking your head into the warming air
The first color of the coming spring
You make everyone smile and remember
Spring is here and life has returned
All thanks to you
© Poem – III/XXI/MMXXIII
LRET
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