Under the dead leaves
tiny flowers wait for spring
and so do we all
Out of idleness induced by cold
I venture, blinking like a bear,
bundled, booted, in a rolling
moon walk over the mud,
armed with a rake, searching
for signs of March. A sprig of mint
in a litter of saffron-tinted leaves,
frog eggs like sea foam sleeping
in puddles cloaked in algal slime,
any green on a gray-trunked tree
standing like a scarecrow
on the winter-dead lawn.
A bird calls, the rake snags,
and I glimpse a bit of blue,
miniscule blossoms winking,
spring saying “forget me not,”
buried under detritus like hope.
Inspired by a Paint Chip prompt.


I love this! I am happy to see spring coming. Thanks for sharing these little pieces of hope.
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I could picture you, rake in hand, searching for hopeful signs of spring. A fun read.
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Thank you!
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Love these snippets of almost Spring especially; “A sprig of mint in a litter of saffron-tinted leaves,
frog eggs like sea foam sleeping in puddles.”💝💝
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That looks like periwinkle… they are usually the first to show the blue blooms… we have lots of them in our garden and a few blue flowers are already showing.
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Could be! It was one of my favorite crayon colors!
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Oh my, this is wonderful!
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