I will not complain

Of the cold spring rain

Nor of muddy boots

For I spy green shoots

As I softly plod

Daffodil heads nod

Birds explode from ground

Step back from wing sound

Violets edge brown lawn

Seed heads almost gone

Birds have picked them clean

No more seeds to glean

Brown twigs hung with dew

Purple shoots snake through

In about four weeks

Chartreuse flowers peek

Garden drinks spring rain

End to winter reign

Plants are waking up

Soon my eyes will sup

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