Whereupon I looked down upon some pale orange
A rising from the warming ground
Like a small sunrise of it's many petaled rays
With familiar fuzzy leaves appearing around the edges
Of a surprize flower thought long dead
Through Winter's deep chill
The Spring has brought it forth
To enliven the garden's edge
Where nothing grew just a few days before.
A rising from the warming ground
Like a small sunrise of it's many petaled rays
With familiar fuzzy leaves appearing around the edges
Of a surprize flower thought long dead
Through Winter's deep chill
The Spring has brought it forth
To enliven the garden's edge
Where nothing grew just a few days before.