Sunday 9 February 2014
Observing the First Crocus
A small yellow flame here, a faint purple spark there... Acres of green mud, glazed with brown and black water. Skeletal trees; a gaze of blue sky; mutterings of wind. 'I'm here', it says. 'I'm here and I'm yellow and gold and purple and white... I am the song of Spring. Sing me.'
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