I was walking in March
when from under the snow
—Spring reached up and grabbed me
In my path was a stem
pointing up from below
—a lone daffodil reaching toward me
My darkness was gone
a single robin in song
—with the cold still freezing the air
As my mood had been changed
all life rearranged
—my steps treading nary a care
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2018)
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