I dream of violets breaking through the earth,
presenting themselves with shy giggles,
and the ferns unfurling their fronds in stately parade,
Even the scruffy dandelions will come,
elbowing each other for room,
boldly declaring their rights under the sun.
For now, I must be satisfied with dreams
of introducing new lives in the garden --
rhubarb and greens and humble turnips all
slumbering in shells in cool, dry packages.
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