Counting The Flower Buds

 

By John I. Blair

Every year in February
I go out in the cold
And count the flower buds.
Dogwoods and magnolias,
Dutch irises and crocuses,
Hyacinths and daffodils,
All get my close attention
While I touch them one by one
And dream of Spring.
What a thing to do,
Looking up,
Kneeling down,
Estimating the blossoms
Simply from the show of buds
This early in the year!
We could still have frost
Or sleet or snow,
Freezing the buds brown.
Nonetheless I go
And count the buds,
Quantifying my hope
That Spring will really be.
©2002 John I. Blair
( 2/12/2002)

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