Hope For Spring

In the grey gloaming, Or at dawn’s clear cool light, My heather bushes lift winter doldrums and delight. Each time frequent snow melted atop, The same tiny pink or white buds revealed, Above feathery evergreen stems, no longer concealed. Planted blooming in western sun the spring before, Nestling ‘neath new mini holly and between roses, To yield, who’d suspect, a second blooming ere this season closes? A happy surprise for a seasoned gardener, Grateful for a resilient spring harbinger. Winter I’ll never grieve, So - when’ll my bulbs poke through tips of green leaves? MRT/3-7-21