Sunday, March 1, 2020


As long as I recall
Every spring
On this bare spot of soil

A clump of green
Then a grand spray
Of gold blooms appears.

Other seasons
Nothing’s here
But rough grass.

This February sight
Is full of joy,
Reassuring me

Life returns.

©2020 John I. Blair 2/24/2020

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