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
does her work,
earth where the
crocus rise and
then she tells
the birds to
leaves usher in
- Louise Riotte