Everywhere I tread
there are signs
Signs of the new season
of new life
snowdrops give way to
crocuses - purple and yellow - jubilant
and in little pockets - anenomes
triumphant bells
of brilliant yellow
No... winter is not done with us yet
but in the garden,
secretly
are the harbingers of Spring...
and where their heads bob in the breeze
so Hope springs eternal
Lent 2
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