It woke me early

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It woke me early
and drew me outdoors.
A chickadee called,
a robin answered.
Fingers of wind traced
silken curlicues on the morning air,
and as I stood looking down
where the first tender shoots of crocuses
from darkness toward light,
I felt it again –
Spring, returning to my heart.


6 thoughts on “It woke me early

  1. Amy, I love your poem; your words make my heart joyful. I haven’t seen any green yet. We still have snow in the front and back. Soon. xxoo

    • Oh, my dear Ellen, I know how your gardener’s heart yearns for spring. Soon, your sweet cherub’s waiting bowl will blossom again. xoxo

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