One poem, "Spring," pays tribute to the violet, the hardy herald of spring. I have violets growing, weed-like, all over my lawn, but I love them! In another week or so, several will pop out propped up against sun-warmed bricks and stones waiting for the rest to arrive with the warmer temperatures of early May.
I'd like to share a small piece of "Spring"--enjoy!
Violets have many leaves, each one so earnestly
heart-shaped that you could not imagine the plants have
thought of anything else to do...
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