poems

Spring tiptoed through the town last night,
Disguised in robes of winter-white.
 Today it seems so far away
   The wind is cold, the skies are gray
 But there are signs that prove it so-
Small crocus footprints in the snow!
- E.A.Guest, I believe

"Quietly Nature
does her work,
warming the
earth where the
violets lurk,
bidding the
crocus rise and
glow,
though the
garden's still
covered
with winter's
snow;
then she tells
the birds to
sing,
and green
leaves usher in
the spring."
- Louise Riotte