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Spring comes slowly around here.
Winter does not quite want to give up her grip.
A 70-degree day arrives and you think,
"Spring is here!"
You start to believe you can
Drag the deck chairs from the garage and
The flip-flops from the closet.
You watch the buds on the trees
Grow bigger each day,
Almost while you watch.
You walk your way around the yard,
Checking, checking,
For tiny green sprouts to poke through the ground.
The Tiger Lilies fight their way through their leaf blankets.
and the Lily of the Valley finds holes in the rock garden
to spread their little white bells through the gnome village.
Sedums hope you will soon
Cut away the old stems
So they can push to the sky
You itch to grab a rake and
Clear the flower beds of their leaf blankets.
You want to give them
A little more warmth,
A little more room to spread their roots and grow.
So the warmth of the sun
Can work it's MAGIC.
But you don't. Not yet.
Because a day and half later
It snows.
