April Cannot Live Without January
A fierce and angry snow storm swarms around me.
I trudge to the house, my feet pink in my cold wet socks.
There are frosty icicles on my scarf, it is cold out here.
January has shown us her strength in blue whiteness.
The wind whips into my eyes, so I bow my head.
Deferring to the snow storm that pushes me toward the door.
Inside hot cocoa warms me up, and I pick up my seed catalog.
Dreaming of spring as I select the perennials I will be planting.
Happy yellow tulips and cheerful purple wisteria remind me…
January has her own unique prettiness, but without her,
How would we have the ground water we need to nurture spring?
April is around the bend. My feet warm up as I scour the catalog.
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