March, in June accents.
Softly, faded leaves part
to spears of rising green.
Soon, the forest’s papery
floor will be scattered
with clusters of crocuses,
yellow, white, and violet.
Soon, the last pillows
of snow will disappear,
and branches, now bare,
will recline, draped in
their late-April finery.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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