I pull rusty leaves
from swelled earth. Tips of green
Crocus push impatiently at winter.
My sister will call.
She’ll say hers are blooming,
my bulbs are cautious.
to zero last night. Tonight
the bulbs stir and stretch
under a white comforter of snow.
Not yet, not yet,
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