No regrets, no mourning the
passing of winter for we hosted it
unwillingly for too long. The
vernal equinox brought us closer
to the heavenly furnace warming
the atmosphere, though snow
and its companion-ice still
stubbornly stipple the backyard.
Garden soil, so recently released
though not yet thawed, appears
loamy-black and densely composted.
Out of its moist yet chill interior
begin to sprout the first early
stirrings as spring nudges the
garden's memory to awaken
awareness of timely appearance
and we rejoice as we welcome
back the flowering bulbs, the
pale, fuzzy buds of Magnolia
soon to edge the leap into bright
sumptuous blossoms, as we busy
ourselves liberating the garden
roses from their winter shields.
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