A leaf in Spring
A sign of hope
Until Jack Frost
Crept in one night
A mushy mess
Was all he left
And that, I thought’s
The end of that
But no. This bulb
I’ve had for years
It doesn’t let me down
It grew again
And what a sight
A wonder to behold
How much less bright
My day would be
Had Jack Frost won
That night.
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