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Friday, December 27, 2019

To the Hellebore

Two days after
Christmas and
Already I see the first
Signs of spring
Let no one say it
Comes too soon

Brushing dead leaves
From last year's growth
On top of the Hellebore
Now dogeared
And threadbare
From the long hard fall
Tattered but green

There hugging the earth
Lies the season's first bloom
Silent in its dirt filled manger
The baby with its first blush
How remarkable it is that
Coeval with winter's advent
Comes rebirth

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