At Our Feet
The ground is thawing,
Winter's demise draws near.
Eagerly I await the first buds of spring.
Snowdrops so tentative
Have raised their faces to the light.
The first green shoots
Have appeared on lilac bushes.
While the sun shines brightly
A handful of wayward flakes
Make their way earthward.
The last stragglers of the season.
As if swept from Heaven's floor
To land at our feet.
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