covers of white
stretches of green
spring has sprung
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The first year we moved into our home I planted crocus bulbs below the bay window.
One can never tell when spring has truly sprung
unless one listens to Mother Nature.
She is the surest sign.
The crocus is my little announcer.
Never failing to shout out the first signs of spring
and always doing so with such splendor of voice.
I have not witnessed the beauty of this year's blossoms
as of yet... but soon.
For now I will allow the crocus to lead
and I will act as he
and be patient,
for all good things
are worth waiting for.