So far we have not felt anything even slightly green-leaf-ish...
Cling tight to your free season pass
To green-leaf trees and chairs of grass
To blue-sky domes and flower-poems
Cupped in spring’s warm-wind hourglass
The yard, a postcard of white vim
The fence-post, a statue, gray-grim
Will soon be wreathed in scarves bequeathed
By buds waiting to break and brim
Don’t bow your head in sad lament
Or mope without hope, discontent
Soon we will stroll the lilac knoll
Where once-upon-a-winter went
© Janet Martin
...soon we will stroll the lilac knoll
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