Tuesday, August 28, 2018

23/ Little Poem - Crocus


Crocus

 Somewhere underneath the white,
below the soil, where there's no light,
a race is run and April wins:
Winter ends and spring begins.


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4 comments:

  1. SabineAugust 28, 2018 at 2:37 PM

    Another winner

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  2. MaliAugust 28, 2018 at 6:54 PM

    Lovely! (I replaced April with August in my head. You guys have long winters.)

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    1. Indigo BuntingAugust 29, 2018 at 4:45 AM

      I was just thinking yesterday that our August is your February, but I remembered you were having signs of spring, and I realized then and there and that your August is more our April. And here is this comment.

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  3. Indigo BuntingAugust 29, 2018 at 4:43 AM

    Perfect.

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