Not Yet
Something in the light today suggests
That spring is drawing near. Alas,
The icy wind does not. In Texas, buds
Are on the trees, but those up here are
Circumspect. They'll let more days like
This one come and wait until the wind's
Died down before they become confident
That spring is truly here.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-03-25 at 20:16
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