On February nineteenth

Bits of purple caught my eye

Steps to take a closer look

Crocus flowers did I spy

Garden beds are waking up

Knocking on the doors of spring

Longer days of winter sun

Add colors to season's swing

When I step outside at dawn

Bird calls flow among bare trees

Territories must be claimed

And mates found with springtime pleas

Warmer days are creeping in

Between spurts of winter storms

Hold tightly to my patience

Knowing gardens will transform

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