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An amaryllis sleeps 'til spring, then lifts its head; a daffodil dance

Where to put the words without fitting them in slots, so the verse might breathe?

A grain standing strong against wind and drought, inside the Fertile Crescent

A pond, transient to Spring, sings itself to life: tadpoles to peepers

A child among ferns, a forest stretched forever in a map of green

On Mulberry Street, I remember the silk worms devouring leaves

Oh, little green buds, you wake too soon – this winter still has miles to go

for Algot

An inflorescence, in mathematical patterns; a catkin's spiked coat

Constellation night; the stars as stories, lit up against the deep dark

Prints left in the snow - the hare goes where it will go - to where, I don't know