Jan 16, 2020
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Not Yet Daffodils
Sky Collection — Poem 27
confused, the bulbs sprout
push their greenery up to the warmth
too soon for photosynthesis
winter took a long pause
look at me, sweet crocuses
you were born of spring
but I am in my January outfit too,
confused in my sleeveless tops
what climate is this
what latitude have we become
tomorrow there will be red buds
and dogwoods’ premature
blossoms a natural
consequence to bloom
and die…
