Wednesday, March 10, 2010


by Jeanne Desy
Spring comes, nevertheless,
even after abundant snows
even here, where a heart faltered,
the crocus, seeking sun,
pushes aside the layered leaves
and seems to smile, content.

[image: Yes, crocuses in our own back yard. I took the photo, then wrote the poem as Tom drove us to the health club. Not all the snow is melted on the hillsides in the ravine.]

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