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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The earth exhales, a hesitant green. Not the boisterous emerald of summer, but a pale, tentative whisper against the stubborn gray of thawing ground. Then, a splash of unexpected color. A crocus, perhaps, defiant purple pushing through the damp, cold earth. Or a solitary daffodil, a trumpet of yellow announcing a victory hard-won. Brave. After months of monochrome, of skeletal branches against a leaden sky, this single bloom is a rebellion. A tiny flag raised on the battlefield of winter's retreat. What silent strength propelled it? What ancient knowing guided its emergence? The memory of sun, perhaps, sleeping deep within the frozen bulb. A stubborn refusal to be silenced. We watch it, this fragile pioneer, and a flicker of something hopeful stirs within us. A reminder that even after the longest darkness, life persists. It doesn't shout its arrival. There's no fanfare, no grand pronouncements. Just this quiet unfolding, petal by delicate petal, a testament to resilience. It carries the weight of winter in its fragile form, a memory of hardship transformed into a delicate beauty. And we, who have also weathered the cold, understand its bravery. This small, vibrant promise of warmth returning, of color flooding back, of a world awakening, slowly, surely, one brave bloom at a time. It asks nothing of us, this first flower. It simply is. A quiet miracle in the stark landscape, a thought-provoking testament to the enduring power of life. ©bfa051225
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