

So, what of April in this cold winter clime
Stroll undaunted seeing the smallest buds
Trees fighting the snow showers to peek through and blossom
Only to be frozen in place, dry and dying
Such a disappointing effort, but do we cry,
Harp against Mother Nature for her trickster ways?
No, because in this area of very short springs and summers
We still search for the crocus blade, and celebrate an occasional hardy daffodil.
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