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  • Not Just Yet

    Not Yet. Not Yet

    Over the sill,
    already the year
    has stepped far enough
    that, now veiled by snow,
    couched shoots are growing,
    pushing up through soft cold earth.

    Bulbs expending
    their resource rooting,
    first to feed then to stem
    the sun's return with green,
    holding off spring's triumph, a Clarion
    call in yellow, the poets' dancing daffodil.

  • #2
    I could feel the anticipation. Nicely done.

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    • #3
      Hello Johntee. On the edge of bloom; a poet waits to welcome the dance of his yellow idol, Wordsworth's ballerina. Any day now, my friend, any day now - patience. A poem worth waiting for - just lovely. Fond regards, Tony.

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      • #4
        This is top drawer!

        The perfect marriage of style and diction.

        I could see the rooting plants.

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