Crocus

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Up through old brown crunchy leaves

Emerges a bloom of gold

Up through old brown crunchy leaves

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Undeterred that it’s still cold

A small island of beauty

Emerges a bloom of gold

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Petite bloom is a cutie

Nectar and pollen for bees

A small island of beauty

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Glinting far beneath the trees

A bright harbinger of spring

Nectar and pollen for bees

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Unwary of what spring will bring

First of many on the way

A bright harbinger of spring.

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Petals open in the day

Up through old brown crunchy leaves

First of many on the way

Up through old brown crunchy leaves.

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(A Terzanelle Poem)