Spring Tired winter eyes look out and see a tinge of green – trees still lean. A patch of growth in a sunny spot clutched together – almost a knot. Buds on trees – tight with strain waiting for sun, a little rain. Daffodils blooming – yellow bright bulbs sprouting – wanting more light. Nature renewing – a gift to all just a late winter wake up call. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©
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