I’ve waited so many
seasons for your rebirth.
Anticipating my towering topaz tulips,
searching for my poeticus paper whites…
Oh woe is me–Dear April garden where can you be?
My crown jewel crocuses have barley opened,
my daffodils are dillydallying from the ground,
and Helleborus, I hear her laughing instead of waving hello.
Your wily wind wails out Patience–All will prevail.
And ah, what wonders appeared overnight as I waited…
Persistently Ever Yours, xox
Greta Green Thumb
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