How long the winter.
How strange and wild.
One day blundering through icy winds
Another past thawing ponds
But, the sunset reaches into evening now
Fingers want to feel the soil
Nose misses fragrance of fresh earth
Blueberries rest under burlap blankets
But, doesn’t cardinal sing of hope in the morning
February Snow Moon rises soon
Keep the shovel handy, the garden still slumbers
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