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Spring's First Garden

May 19, 2014
By sgelda BRONZE, Fayetteville, New York
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The brown sparrow sings
As white crocuses cradle
Early morning’s light.

Gray stones stretch their veins
Under the unclouded sun.
A shy leaf shivers.

The rusted storm drain weeps
As late, afternoon rain falls.
The soil sighs, relieved.

Roses, draped in dew
Forgo their thorns and beckon
The late evening light.

© Roopa S., San Jose, CA

The author's comments:
This poem is a serial haiku. I was inspired to write it after seeing crocuses for the first time this season. I hope people will feel the weight and emotion of each stanza in this poem.
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