The snow melts and earth softens.

Sprouts erupt and the worms awaken.

 

The green overtakes the brown

In slow stages.

 

It sneaks in at the bottom first then

In from the edges.

 

Herbs spring to life

Under cover of dead leaves.

 

Perennials all, they recognize

The season’s changes first

 

And push themselves through the snow.

First to rise, first to shine.

 

A change in seasons has begun, another winter survived

And the hope and promise of spring proves true yet again.

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