How gentle the first flower of Spring,
So innocent and stout
It bursts with strength the icy ring
And waves it's head about;
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I speak often, of how I search for the first signs of Spring, my beloved crocus...I stumbled across this lovely poem and actually felt warmer. PEACE
It is this time of year, I go out in search of the first signs of Spring, my beloved circuses...your write has provided me with much needed warmth. You will find, within many of my own write, the circuses popping up. PEACE