April

A little crocus bud lifted its headUp from a bed of brown,And the sun smiled through from a bit of blueAnd shone on its yellow gown.

The golden bud from its pale green cupBent down to the kiss of the sun,And its petals flushed and its heart-beats hushed,At the touch of that mighty one.

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True Possessions
April 19, 1900
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