Now each spring
I keep watch daily
for wee green spikes
piercing crusts of snow
For years I resisted, insisted
on weighing effort and expense
in balance with
bloom size and show
Now I know
better that you
white snowdrops
carry more weight to lift my heart
Than the flashy profusion
of fuchsia summer phlox
which towers and sways
in the breeze
Who cares if I need to
kneel to see you
it’s also easier
to kiss the ground
Another winter has past
and we are still here
your thin stems bear
spring’s joy with grace
Somehow
bouncing back
when buried
by that last blast
Your silent lessons
in resilience and persistence
can be learned only
by those who look closely
Dear wee white ones,
welcome
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