First Crocus
Soon the crocus will be sprouting
All the vibrant colors shouting
Leading the parade of Spring
First to blossom, heralding
Picking posies for someone
See her smile like the sun
Soft and warm, so beautiful
Yet brighter than the moon when full
Radiance beaming from her face
Envelops me in its embrace
Captivates this heart of mine
Causes my inner light to shine
Bursting forth an unseen flame
At the mention of her name
Bluebirds, lilacs, hints of love
Feathered petals from above
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