On St. Brigid's day
we emerge from our warm houses
like sleepy bears,
blinking at the light.
I find baby crocuses have pushed up
early in the yard,
the sky promising sun
after the rain.
And soon
- the miracle amazing me
each year -
it will be spring,
and warm again.
Ah, each year it is like a miracle, isn't it......when we again see that rebirth knowing that spring will come once again.
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