When I walked outside this morning there was a chorus of
"HEY, over here"
"Psst look at me "
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Each corner of the garden displaying color
that was absent just two days prior. |
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All the pinks, yellows and purples,
missing since late fall, now awake and shouting.
 | | Reaching to be higher, fuller and brighter than all the rest. |
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| Vines, Annuals, Perennials, no matter, all clamoring for attention. |
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The Prim and Proper gossiping
about the lowly Mock Orange |
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But even she is showing off her new babies,
her buds of growth with pride. |
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| Makes it hard for a gal to hear herself think. |
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| HEY GUYS! Keep it down would ya? |
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