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Beneath the snow, the earth stirs and warms,
and nudges the sleeping nestlings in her arms-
and whispers to the Crocus "My brave little one-
look out and see if there is a springtime sun"
And Crocus thrusts her head up and cries-
"It's there-it's here! I see it with my eyes!"
Arousing gentle Jonquil, who murmurs with a
smile,
"Go on out and play then, I'll be there in a
while"
Waking golden Daffodil-who starts up in
surprise:
"No time to sleep now, children-it's spring,
it's time to rise!!
In turn, bold, bright Tulip; exclaiming with a
shock--
"It's spring? I best be donning my new spring
frock!"
"Now Dowager Iris (mumbling in her sleep),
"I need my beauty rest-can't all this bustle
keep?"
Above-the snow begins to melt-the birds commence
to sing,
hailing Crocus; the herald; the Harbinger of
spring.
Soon the earth explodes in altered shades of
green,
myriads of pastel blooms burst upon the scene,
flowery fragrances fill the balmy air,
The magic of spring is here-it's everywhere!
Betty C. Danielsİ
3/20/1995
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