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First Spring Visitor
Something was different this morning
I'd gone to bed chilled,
reached for another blanket
knowing I'd have to defrost with coffee
before bracing for the north wind.
But sunlight peeked at me
through my kitchen window.
Too tempting not to open the door
and say, "Good morning."
There it was—
the first crocus greeting me
as if it was her calling card.
I felt the warmth of sunshine
on my face
and grinned knowing Spring
didn't forget to visit.
Copyright ©
Lin Lane
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